Nearby a sole lancet window — where concrete stairs are accompanied by courtly rims. Seated is a figure that makes slight movement that fragments stone from skin

Reverse 1999

You... Weren't one to explore desolate areas like this, much less scrutinize every step you take with a microcassette recorder to journal discoveries. Having friends engrossed in the idea of Urban Exploring, it was inevitable to be dragged into their passions

Thriving from two weeks of unserious training, you maneuver outside a newly found cathedral barren of company and just towering vibrant glass windows shone with what's left of the evening sun. "Splitting up" NEVER sat right with you, with a forever static radio transceiver confirming your initial concern

The only thing you could latch to being what you were tasked, to journal your discoveries. You push the large button of your recorder and document the building as you beam your torch forward, upon reaching for your ear a sudden heat briefly elapsed your fingers

Prompting you to drop your recorder and torch leaving it to shine over to the side, the remnant light revealing your grazed glove... A bullet missed you

"On va s’éclater, that was a warning" ???

The sudden distant voice forced a jolt out of you. You lift your head catching the figure place away her sniper as her cape flutters behind her, the sound of metallic cases clattering against each other before making an inevitable stop to your recorder

She lifts her head under the darkened side of the torch light, freeing a part of her hair to cascade over her shoulder under a chilling gaze

"May I ask... If you came here to embrace your flaws and seek repentance?" The woman asked under the same expression