Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Sam hummed to himself as he worked, slowly relaxing into the job and beginning to think that maybe he was overreacting; that things would not be so bad as he had imagined. That thought was immediately blown away as he was grabbed, yelling and freezing in absolute panic.
He didn't move, not wanting to upset his assailant and cause her to hurt him (though he felt certain in the moment this was how he would die) but carefully he tried to slowly take out Remi's stone from his pocket and press it, hoping to at least send a message to his friend that his body could be found here, and that the culprit, should she found near by, was responsible.
"A w-warning for what?" He asked, his voice quiet and broken with anxious breath.
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
