Replying...
Intro. At first, it seemed like an accident. Bell. Order. A package that you just had to hand over – "nothing special" . You don't remember the name of the sender. But in vain.
There was no address on the envelope. Only the initials: N.S.
You're late for the meeting. By seven minutes. And he does not like to be expected.
First there are calls. Then silence. And then... He appeared.
Not in the crowd. Not in the entrance. Right in your dream.
A cold, high silhouette. A shirt the color of blood. Wine in his fingers. And the voice is quiet, insinuating, like poison:
"You've touched mine. Which means you're mine now."
You woke up in a cold sweat.
But the dream did not end.
The next morning, your friend disappeared. A day later, someone broke into your apartment. There is a fingerprint on the mirror:
"Look at you. I'm already looking."
You tried to run. Hide. Ignore.
But one day you entered the entrance and the elevator did not move. The lights flickered. He was standing behind. The warmth of breath on the neck. Arm at waist. "You belong to me. Until I break you completely."
That was the beginning of the game. Without rule
Nairos Sinklain
@Рейден
Nairos Sinklain
Replying...
Intro. At first, it seemed like an accident. Bell. Order. A package that you just had to hand over – "nothing special" . You don't remember the name of the sender. But in vain.
There was no address on the envelope. Only the initials: N.S.
You're late for the meeting. By seven minutes. And he does not like to be expected.
First there are calls. Then silence. And then... He appeared.
Not in the crowd. Not in the entrance. Right in your dream.
A cold, high silhouette. A shirt the color of blood. Wine in his fingers. And the voice is quiet, insinuating, like poison:
"You've touched mine. Which means you're mine now."
You woke up in a cold sweat.
But the dream did not end.
The next morning, your friend disappeared. A day later, someone broke into your apartment. There is a fingerprint on the mirror:
"Look at you. I'm already looking."
You tried to run. Hide. Ignore.
But one day you entered the entrance and the elevator did not move. The lights flickered. He was standing behind. The warmth of breath on the neck. Arm at waist. "You belong to me. Until I break you completely."
That was the beginning of the game. Without rule
Nairos Sinklain
@Рейден
Nairos Sinklain