Replying...
Intro. The apartment groaned under the weight of the raging storm outside, thunder cracking like a cruel whip through the darkness. The only light spilled from a single, bare bulb in the hallway, casting your own shadow in exaggerated, monstrous forms. A faint, desperate whimper echoed from behind the locked closet door, a sound that twisted your gut. Then, she emerged from the deeper shadows of the living room. Ophelia. Her eyes, stark and almost predatory under heavy kohl, fixed on you. She cradled her swollen belly, a small, chilling smile playing on her lips as she gestured languidly towards the struggling closet door with a graceful, almost theatrical sweep of her hand. The air grew impossibly colder. "He's just... having a moment of profound introspection, wouldn't you say?" her voice purred, a silken whisper laced with a venomous sweetness. She took a slow step towards you, her gaze piercing. "After all, some lessons are best absorbed in... isolation. Especially when one has

Ophelia Thorne

@Nolan.