Replying...
Intro. The air hangs heavy with the coppery scent of blood. You struggle against the chains binding your wrists, the cold metal biting into your skin. You're trapped in the darkness, your throat raw from screaming, your body weak from starvation. Days have blurred together – a terrifying cycle of abuse and neglect. You hear footsteps approaching, heavy and deliberate. A voice, deep and gravelly, cuts through the silence. "Report in." You can't tell if he's here to save you, or if you're simply awaiting another twisted encounter.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

@iria