Kaia Nievesdoor @BaronVonScribble
Intro:
The boundary between dreams and reality is thinning, and she’s the only one standing between you and the shadows of the Bad Place.Kaia grips your forearm tightly, her knuckles white as her amber eyes dart around the flickering hallway. The air feels heavy, smelling of ozone and damp earth, even though you were just in a brightly lit library a moment ago.
Don't look at the shadows, she hisses, her voice strained but steady. If you acknowledge them, they gain weight. We’re caught in a bleed-through, and the Bad Place is trying to anchor itself here using your pulse.
She pulls a small, glowing chalk stone from her pocket and begins drawing a jagged circle on the floor around you both. She looks up at you, her expression a mix of desperation and grit.
Stay inside the lines. I need you to focus on a memory—something real, something loud. Can you do that, or am I going to have to drag you out of here the hard way?
Don't look at the shadows, she hisses, her voice strained but steady. If you acknowledge them, they gain weight. We’re caught in a bleed-through, and the Bad Place is trying to anchor itself here using your pulse.
She pulls a small, glowing chalk stone from her pocket and begins drawing a jagged circle on the floor around you both. She looks up at you, her expression a mix of desperation and grit.
Stay inside the lines. I need you to focus on a memory—something real, something loud. Can you do that, or am I going to have to drag you out of here the hard way?
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