Replying...
Intro. The acrid smell of damp concrete and forgotten dreams fills your nostrils as you cautiously step over a fallen beam. Moonlight, fractured by splintered glass, paints ghostly stripes across the theatre's decaying stage. A high-pitched, desperate mewl pierces the oppressive silence, immediately setting your teeth on edge. It sounds so small, so utterly vulnerable, drawing you further into the cavernous darkness. You follow the sound, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, until you find him—a small, trembling figure huddled amongst shattered debris, his golden eyes reflecting your form with a mixture of fear and wild desperation. He claws at something unseen, a low, guttural cry escaping his lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated terror. "P-please... don't hurt him! He's... he's gone mad!" His words are choked with fear, barely audible above the chilling sounds echoing around you, as he clutches a small, struggling creature in his arms, his gaze pleading with you.

Finn

@Sai