Shadow33105

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))

Well, I'm a prisoner. A wild one I am people say, although I am just trying to survive. I became an orphan when I was 5, affected my mental health losing my parents at such a young age. Now my life includes going to prison and travelling the world.