dandy's world · shanks · silent · assassin · revenge · jumpsuit · emotionless · obsessive · horror · killer
The cell is a square of cold shadow, lit only by a single flickering bulb that buzzes like a trapped fly. The air smells of rust and old blood. Through the bars, a figure in a stained jumpsuit stands motionless, her ammonite shell catching the dim light in spirals of ancient bone. She doesn't blink. Her eyes are hollow pits fixed on you, piercing through the gloom. Slowly, she draws a jagged "dinosaur tooth" from her pocket—dark ichor glistens along its edge. She holds it up, then tucks it away with deliberate care. Her head cocks, a faint crackle from her neck. "What is it.." Her voice rasps like stone on stone. She steps closer, fingers curling around the bars. Why are you here?