Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191204032608/@comment-44390494-20191210014109

Julihorse wrote: She was begining to wonder where Jackal had gone before a sudden flicker or light flashed on her vision, illuminating the matter before her eyes.

It had come from a small panel etched in the grey, brick wall standing over her. For what she could see, the room in front  was as plain as the one she was in. Plain, block walls of a smoky dusk color, no windows expect for the long window at her eye-level. The only difference was a silver door carved on the farthest wall, which, in fact, had just been opened, followed by three black-cloaked figures. (I SHALL NOW CONTINUE!)

All color drained from her face as the tallest one aproached her spot behind the glass window.

"Hello, Isla," it greeted, informing her it was a male. But there was something off about his tone, as if he were. . . a ghost. His haunting, ghostlike voice seemed to reverberate around the whole room, even though there was no space for echos. It had no source, no origin, no owner. Just a wild vibration that carried the eerie sounds of nightmares.

Isla didn't respond, she was way to busy panicking.