Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"A'right, but I'd really prefer--" Ronin begins, but oops they're already needlessly squeezing down a manhole and he's being pressed against a ladder by a wendigo who thinks letting a dangerous siren with multiple kills under her belt get her hooks into him is a good plan. (And not one Ronin agreed to, for the record).
Still, given that he's practically drowned once tonight already, either this level of suffocation is nothing by comparison, or he's lost too much blood for panic and claustrophobia to set in. "Why'd you leave it so long?" he slurs into the darkness when it feels like they've been squeezing into the sewers for an eternity.
"I didn't torture you, y'know. I tried to help. Could've gotten her without... this." The siren, he means.
Still, given that he's practically drowned once tonight already, either this level of suffocation is nothing by comparison, or he's lost too much blood for panic and claustrophobia to set in. "Why'd you leave it so long?" he slurs into the darkness when it feels like they've been squeezing into the sewers for an eternity.
"I didn't torture you, y'know. I tried to help. Could've gotten her without... this." The siren, he means.
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
