raza
The water turns back to mist, as if it wants t’make me as uncomfortable as possible. You know what I know? Water. You know what I don’t know? Fog. Fog is creepy as fuck. I shiver, dripping went - and not the good kind, though Gods, how I wish I could turn this into a sex dream right now. There’s a scream that cuts through the whiteness like a knife and as I step forward to half-heartedly check what that’s about, a path materializes before me.
I bite my lip a bit - without waitin’ for anythin’ other than gut instinct, I take the left, movin’ rather quickly, or so I think.
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Raza goes left.
I bite my lip a bit - without waitin’ for anythin’ other than gut instinct, I take the left, movin’ rather quickly, or so I think.
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Raza goes left.
