Interactive P4
Added 2017-08-29 14:51:06 +0000 UTC
"Hello..?" You call out softly to the looming being, waiting for some manner of response, for it to take notice of you. Then you could finally get some answers as to just where you were. What you were doing here and all the other spiral of questions whirling around in your mind.
Except you don't get a chance to speak again because the only sound that comes from the titan is that of displaced wind. Her hand sweeps up in the darkness, casting off the small bits of light that are illuminating your dark prison and as your pupils shrink back in your skull and you stumble backwards the invading shadow of her approaching hand darkens around you.
With only a split-second to make a choice, you blindly leap...
