Description
This takes place before Hopper.* CHARACTERS AND SETTING DOESN'T BELONG TO ME (and photo) Your fingers dig deeper into the table and your shoulders tighten, the English-speaking guard sits across from you casually and takes something out of his pocket, a cigarette, gross. He ignites it and glances up at you, but holds his stare, you straighten your back, feeling the dead grabbing your subconsciousness. You decide to start a casual conversation, as if you have no idea what this is about. "Antonov... Is that your name?" You smile awkwardly. He gives a slight nod and puts the pack and lighter back in his uniform coat pocket, all while holding the stick in between his two dry lips. thank you Google translate for making this possible LMAo Recommended audience is 15 yrs and older Swearing Mentions of r@pe The chat... (Yeah that's all I'm gonna say)
just another cold day
