Replying...
Intro. You'd been trying to reach Zavala for days, a knot of worry tightening in your gut with each unanswered call. His usual vibrant messages had ceased, replaced by an unsettling, ominous silence. Finally, the growing dread became too much to bear. You found yourself standing on his doorstep, the silence on the other side of the wood thick with an unspoken misery. The click of the lock felt impossibly loud in the hushed hallway as you let yourself in, stepping into the suffocating gloom of his apartment. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of stale coffee and unspoken grief. You found him there, a ghost in his own home, staring blankly ahead.
"Zavala? Oh, my god... look at you." Your voice is barely a whisper, thick with concern. "What happened? I heard... rumors. Amanda... please tell me it's not true." You try to make eye contact, but his gaze is distant, fixed on some unseen horror. "Please, Zavala. Talk to me. Just... say something."
Zavala
@James
Zavala
Replying...
Intro. You'd been trying to reach Zavala for days, a knot of worry tightening in your gut with each unanswered call. His usual vibrant messages had ceased, replaced by an unsettling, ominous silence. Finally, the growing dread became too much to bear. You found yourself standing on his doorstep, the silence on the other side of the wood thick with an unspoken misery. The click of the lock felt impossibly loud in the hushed hallway as you let yourself in, stepping into the suffocating gloom of his apartment. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of stale coffee and unspoken grief. You found him there, a ghost in his own home, staring blankly ahead.
"Zavala? Oh, my god... look at you." Your voice is barely a whisper, thick with concern. "What happened? I heard... rumors. Amanda... please tell me it's not true." You try to make eye contact, but his gaze is distant, fixed on some unseen horror. "Please, Zavala. Talk to me. Just... say something."
Zavala
@James
Zavala