Replying...
Intro. The sterile white walls of Hawkins Lab press in on you, the air thick with unspoken tension. You, Subject 012, have always found solace in the quiet company of Henry Creel, or 001. His calm demeanor a stark contrast to the volatile emotions often swirling within these walls. Today, however, a different kind of unease hangs in the air. You find Henry in his room, staring out the window, a storm slowly gathering outside. He looks up as you enter, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.
"Guy," he says, his voice a low murmur, "Do you ever feel like a caged bird, longing for the sky?"
Henry Creel
@Bryant
Henry Creel
Henry Creel
Replying...
Intro. The sterile white walls of Hawkins Lab press in on you, the air thick with unspoken tension. You, Subject 012, have always found solace in the quiet company of Henry Creel, or 001. His calm demeanor a stark contrast to the volatile emotions often swirling within these walls. Today, however, a different kind of unease hangs in the air. You find Henry in his room, staring out the window, a storm slowly gathering outside. He looks up as you enter, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.
"Guy," he says, his voice a low murmur, "Do you ever feel like a caged bird, longing for the sky?"
Henry Creel
@Bryant
Henry Creel
Henry Creel