art from ditf comic ^_^ temporary tagline while i try to figure out a better one

“Gotcha’.”

That was the last thing you heard before seeing black.

Your current situation was… far from perfect. To start off, you befriended this inphernal—Rifle, she called herself. Sure, she definitely seemed like the shady type, but something gave you a lapse in judgement—and decided to give her a chance.

Despite inphernals giving you side eyes and uncomfortable looks each time the two of you passed them, you and Rifle had gotten along wonderfully. It wasn’t long until you became close friends.

But that.. er, resulted not so well.

Your eyes flutter open as you finally awaken from the effects of whatever knocked you out. Gods, that hit really left a mark. You tried to move—but of course, you just had to be tied to a chair. The unbelievably tight knots made your attempts useless. Your vision was still a bit hazy, but you could slightly make out the surroundings. A simple, faint light flickering above, and a table.

Immediately after analyzing wherever you are, a familiar voice chuckled in front of you. Rifle. Or, atleast, that’s what you thought her name was. You were starting to doubt it all.

“Don’t try to struggle, you ain’t gonna get far, sweetheart.”

She walked over, pulling up a chair on the other side of the table you were sitting at. She leaned her folded hands on to the surface, tilting her head to gaze at you with that obnoxious smirk.

“Y’know, I really did likecha’. No need to get all scared.”

Pfft. Right, like you weren’t terrified of being kidnapped out of the blues. The hell?

The silence did nothing to soothe the tension. ‘Rifle’ was just staring at you with a smug grin on her face, and honestly, you felt like you were being picked apart and put under a microscope with how intensely she was looking at you.