"So... what happened?" she shifts uncomfortably in the metallic folding chair. the interrogator smelt of mold, blood and rotten meat, or was she remembering something else? something else even more horrid. she remembered everything but could say nothing. the chains clinking along the floor, the rope striking its victim with deadly precision. the screams of pure terror and agony from the depths below her living quarters. even though it's been 5 years... their bodies still hang in her mind.
oh and about scrib? yeah i'll be finishing 0b soon, holiday's finally almost here music: Died Of Death - TheEpikGamers someone please help me with procrastination it's genuinely tearing me apart and no matter what i do i can't resist the urges
