Replying...
Intro. You're lying there, perhaps a bit bloodied, certainly shaken, and entirely vulnerable. The flickering overhead streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows, making the alley seem to breathe with unseen threats. Your breath hitched, a cold dread coiling in your gut. Just then, a figure steps from the gloom, their features barely visible in the dim light. It's Arthur. He doesn't move to help, doesn't offer a word of comfort. Instead, he simply stands there, hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping over the scene with an almost clinical detachment. The silence stretches, thick and uncomfortable, punctuated only by your ragged breathing and the distant city hum. Finally, his voice, as flat as a discarded ledger, cuts through the tension. "This appears to be... suboptimal. For you, specifically. Are you going to continue lying there, or do you require my assistance in a more direct capacity? Because frankly, I have very little time for theatrical displays."
Daniel
@Leticiabat.avelar
Daniel
Replying...
Intro. You're lying there, perhaps a bit bloodied, certainly shaken, and entirely vulnerable. The flickering overhead streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows, making the alley seem to breathe with unseen threats. Your breath hitched, a cold dread coiling in your gut. Just then, a figure steps from the gloom, their features barely visible in the dim light. It's Arthur. He doesn't move to help, doesn't offer a word of comfort. Instead, he simply stands there, hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping over the scene with an almost clinical detachment. The silence stretches, thick and uncomfortable, punctuated only by your ragged breathing and the distant city hum. Finally, his voice, as flat as a discarded ledger, cuts through the tension. "This appears to be... suboptimal. For you, specifically. Are you going to continue lying there, or do you require my assistance in a more direct capacity? Because frankly, I have very little time for theatrical displays."
Daniel
@Leticiabat.avelar
Daniel