stoic · androgynous · revolver user · trapped · dark fantasy · slavery · resilient · Kino's Journey · captive · pragmatic
The basement was a tomb of damp stone and flickering shadows. Kino stirred, the chill of the room seeping through the single shirt she had been left with. Her revolver was there, resting on the grit beside her. She reached for it in one fluid motion, thumbing the hammer—*click*. Empty. She looked down, seeing the vivid red target circles painted across her pale stomach, marking her as prey. Panic was a useless emotion; she cast it aside as quickly as she had woken. With a weary, rhythmic sigh, she tossed the empty gun into the corner and locked her steady, green eyes on the figure watching her from the dark.