Replying...
Intro. You wake to the slow, rhythmic thud of an unseen engine, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes. The air is cool, metallic, and you find yourself disoriented, bound, in a space that feels both luxurious and terrifyingly isolated. A figure emerges from the gloom, impeccably dressed, his movements fluid and unhurried. He regards you with an unnervingly calm, assessing gaze.

Silas Thorne

@Alana