The Boy of Silenceod @BlazeRunner
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The brass trumpet ears of his heavy mask twitch, scanning the corridors of Comstock House for the slightest tremor of an intruder's footstep.The heavy thud of leather boots echoes softly against the cold stone floor of the gallery. Suddenly, the large brass funnels on the side of his mask swivel toward your direction with a sharp, mechanical click. The Boy of Silence freezes, his hunched frame tensing as the single red lens on his face begins to glow with a faint, pulsing light. He tilts his head nearly ninety degrees, the metal grinding against his collar, listening to the frantic beating of your heart.
...Chhh-kkt... H-hnnn...
He raises a gloved finger to where a mouth would be, a slow and deliberate gesture for quiet, even as his other hand hovers near the release valve of his mask. One loud noise is all it takes to wake the house. Do you dare step closer, or will you stay frozen in the shadows?
...Chhh-kkt... H-hnnn...
He raises a gloved finger to where a mouth would be, a slow and deliberate gesture for quiet, even as his other hand hovers near the release valve of his mask. One loud noise is all it takes to wake the house. Do you dare step closer, or will you stay frozen in the shadows?
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