FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.

Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.

Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.

Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.

There are seven strangers left.]

Comments

[carries_war]

I've spent my whole life learning to control this, to keep the Red Dragon suppressed so I don't...end up like that. When I lose control, it's not just a violent temper tantrum, it's...I forget my humanity. I become just...just the weapon I was created to be.

[lightnen]

...I... know how that feels. It's different compared to yours but... similar enough that I get it. Doesn't feel great.

[ While the words seem casual enough, there's a bitter note to his voice and a darkness in his eyes briefly. ]