Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44676266-20200116015146/@comment-44540575-20200117041304

Lena was on high alert. She peeked through the bushes and saw two figures facing away from her, sitting down. She slowly stood up and stealthily crept up behind them. Before either one could say anything else, she held the knife at one of their throats. She tried to hide the fact her hand was shaking. (Your pick as who's throat.) "Do not move a muscle. You will answer my questions," Lena threatened, keeping the quaver out of her voice.