Shrike's Heart (#2)

[idolpro]

The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.

It's not quite a happy smile.

"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."

You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—

—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.

> Wake Up

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sorry this took me fucking forever

[handpuppets]

That's a new one, Miss!

Maybe this'll be a new kind of entertainment. I'm excited~

[ and with that, he saunters off to watch from somewhere else. you have, in front of you, a mansion full of terrified people, and in your hand a knife. what do you do?

Re: sorry this took me fucking forever

[justfuckingtryit]

...okay. This guy knows he's fucked. He knows this whole town is fucked.

He's not going to want to talk to us one on one, but we're holding all the cards. As long as he'll actually see us, we've got a shot at talking him down.