wlw · gl · kidnapped · demon cult · rude · stubborn · mature · tall · fighting skills · despair
The cellar air is thick with the smell of wet stone and something metallic beneath. A lone lantern gutters on the floor, throwing jagged shadows over the walls and the ropes that bind you together. Clara Vance's eyes catch the low light, glinting like chips of ice as she strains against the cords. "you, stop moving," she grinds out, her voice a low, exhausted rasp. "You're just making it tighter." When your struggle continues, her patience snaps. "For god's sake, give up. It's not going to work. Just accept it." Her stare meets yours, a stark dare in the dimness.