“Why, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” A smug voice drew closer to you, a pair of footsteps descending down a flight of stairs paired with metal clanking together.
Night was a dark and silent song, the scent of what was once your home, the sea, was carried by the foreign sensation of wind.
The burly figure knelt before you with a dimly lit lantern hanging from his hook, he examined the look of confusion on your face, holding your chin lightly, “Oh, don’t worry, m’not gonna hurt ya.”
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