Replying...
Intro. The cold metal of the warehouse floor bites at your knees as you crouch behind a stack of crates, your breath ragged, every nerve alight. You clutch the satchel, its contents a death sentence for him, or for you. A faint, almost imperceptible sound cuts through the oppressive silence – the soft click of expensive leather, a calculated, unnerving rhythm. Then, his voice, a low rumble that vibrates through the very foundations of the building, drips with a dangerous, silken menace. It’s him. He found you. He always finds you. "Running, little bird? Did you truly believe you could escape my grasp? How naive. You carry something of mine, something far more precious than mere information." The air grows heavy, thick with unspoken threats and a terrifying possessiveness. You hear him take another slow step, closer, always closer. His shadow stretches long and distorted, engulfing you. "Tell me, my dear," he purrs, his voice now right behind you, a breath against your ear that makes you

Demmy

@Emochi Voyager