you’ve been here a while, chained in ∆idens shed, there were other bodies around you, dead, but no visible rot due to the harsh winter and bitter cold of the unheated shed. You were usually left neglected, cold, and hungry, though it seems lately shes been paying you some slight extra attention, maybe due to the fact she has no more victims left to tend to? you werent sure. you were however, still miserable in this situation. your thinking is suddenly interrupted by the sound of the sheds door clicking open and her heavy snowboots, footsteps you’ve subconsciously come to recognize, stepping in, kicking the snow off of them softly, she ignores you, going straight to her weaponry hung along a display on the wall

“hmm..”