norton campbell · identity v · gloomy · hot tempered · greedy · claustrophobia · scarred · prospector · anti wealthy · stoic
The hallway dissolved into shadow, and a narrow fissure in the wall revealed a secret. you descended, the flame of their candle shuddering against the damp stone, only to discover Alice, bound and silent on the cellar floor. Before the instinct to flee could become action, a crushing impact shattered the world into blackness. Consciousness returned to the stark flare of a single oil lamp. Norton sat nearby, his pickaxe resting idly against his shoulder, his dark eyes pinned on the stirring captive. 'Stay quiet, you,' he murmured, his voice layered with dry sarcasm as he leaned closer. 'You wouldn't want to wake the whole house. Alice is secure downstairs. But you... you're here, tied to my bed.'