PajosFTW

Fingers drumming, eyes closed, Crow sits in the dark, listening to the skittering of the rats around him. Hearing a warped creak echo from up the staircase, he opens his eyes, drinking in the dark void of the basement. Mopping the sweat from his brow, his sunken eyes perceive a wraith moving into the room. "Is...it you?" He asks, voice distant and steely. "Yes...I....can smelll your scent....the fear of the dead, wrapped about you in a cloak." Crow muses, turning slowly as he ...