Thread:BlackDragonKid/@comment-26863232-20171203021156/@comment-26863232-20171204024421

You enter a small room.

Bones. Bones everywhere. Bones were piled to the ceiling. Bones were nailed to the walls. Bones were hung from the roof. Grisly ornaments of all kinds, all picked clean and white.

In the middle of this mass gravesite were a few things:

A table.

On the table is a small figurine of a gray, llama-like creature. It is carrying a music box. Its hand is pulling on the crank, but it a small fragment of bone is lodged within the exposed gears of the music box, causing a loud, drum-like clicking to be heard. ''Krak. krak. krak.....''

Underneath the table is a recovering Master. She is bleeding from the shoulder even though she is already covered in scars from past abuse. And she is watching you.

What will you do now?

I shall include a picture of Master later.