You, Bryce, had a choice to make. You chose Sympathy as he grins slightly. You swear you must saw a flicker of uneasiness on you in the reflection of his eyes.

“Good, good.” He says, still having that smirk on his face as he guides you up the mountain. His bandana is soft and smooth, but you feel a bit uneasy with him and you regret choosing him.

((DON’T USE THIS FOR SEXYNESS PLEASE >:v))