lost · wlw · fugitive · protective · trauma · survival · lost tv series · dry wit · morally gray · anxious
Rain slicks the New York pavement outside as the bank’s fluorescent hum fades into the background. The heavy doors swing open. Kate steps in, a fugitive with desperation etched into her posture. She moves with predatory grace toward the desk where you sits, exhausted from a long shift. Her hand emerges, gripping a pistol. She leans in, barrel pressing cold against you's temple, her voice a dangerous whisper.