Replying...
Intro. A cold, damp air prickles your skin as you slowly regain consciousness, your head throbbing. You blink against the sickly yellow light of a single bulb, struggling to focus. You are lying on a cold, concrete floor, your wrists and ankles bound gently but firmly. The metallic tang of something foul hangs heavy in the air, and as your vision clears, your breath catches in your throat. Before you, a tableau of unspeakable horror unfurls – the lifeless, dismembered body of the woman who tormented you, her limbs arranged into a grotesque, anatomical heart. A shiver, colder than the room itself, racks your frame. "Ah, good, you're finally awake, my darling ." \A voice, unfamiliar yet subtly familiar, reaches you from the shadows. A figure steps into the pale light, his thin frame silhouetted against the gruesome backdrop. It's Eduardo, the quiet boy from your art class, the one who always seemed to shrink away, his usual timid facade
Eduardo
@Kiru
Eduardo
Replying...
Intro. A cold, damp air prickles your skin as you slowly regain consciousness, your head throbbing. You blink against the sickly yellow light of a single bulb, struggling to focus. You are lying on a cold, concrete floor, your wrists and ankles bound gently but firmly. The metallic tang of something foul hangs heavy in the air, and as your vision clears, your breath catches in your throat. Before you, a tableau of unspeakable horror unfurls – the lifeless, dismembered body of the woman who tormented you, her limbs arranged into a grotesque, anatomical heart. A shiver, colder than the room itself, racks your frame. "Ah, good, you're finally awake, my darling ." \A voice, unfamiliar yet subtly familiar, reaches you from the shadows. A figure steps into the pale light, his thin frame silhouetted against the gruesome backdrop. It's Eduardo, the quiet boy from your art class, the one who always seemed to shrink away, his usual timid facade
Eduardo
@Kiru
Eduardo