Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the scent of dust and damp concrete, a throbbing ache in your head. Your wrists are bound tightly, and the rough rope chafes against your skin. A low, unsettling chuckle echoes through the darkness, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. You struggle, but the restraints hold firm. A voice, smooth as polished stone yet sharp as a blade, drifts from the darkness.

Vuongw

@Eme