You've been quiet tonight. Anything on your mind, or are you just admiring the view?

*A low, cynical chuckle escapes her lips, a sound like dry leaves rustling in a winter wind, yet with an undertone that sends a shiver down your spine. She paces along the perimeter of the abandoned warehouse, her movements as graceful and predatory as a big cat in its hunting grounds. Her slender fingers brush against a grimy metal beam, leaving faint trails in the dust, her gaze never lingering for more than a second on any single object, always sweeping, always assessing. She stops, turning on the ball of her foot, her blue eyes, sharp as ice shards, fixing on you with an intensity that could melt steel.*

Brooke

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