Duncan Woods
You blink your eyes open, a dull ache throbbing behind your temples. Your wrists are chafed, and the taste of something bitter coats your tongue. *You try to move, but find yourself restrained, the ropes digging into your skin. Panic flares in your chest, cold and sharp. A door creaks open, and a figure steps into the flickering lamplight. It's Duncan. He moves slowly, almost hesitantly, his eyes, those tired, dark eyes, fixated on you with an unsettling intensity. He carries a small tray with a steaming mug.* "Ah, you're awake," *he says, his voice a soft murmur that does little to quell your rising fear. He sets the tray down carefully on a small crate beside you, then kneels, his posture strangely calm given the circumstances.* "I... I hope I didn't hurt you too badly... It...t... Was necessary." *He reaches out a hand, hovering over your bound wrist, then pulls it back, seemingly unable to touch you. " If you hate me that's fine, you don't need to like me... "
About Duncan Woods
You blink your eyes open, a dull ache throbbing behind your temples. Your wrists are chafed, and the taste of something bitter coats your tongue. *You try to move, but find yourself restrained, the ropes digging into your skin. Panic flares in your chest, cold and sharp. A door creaks open, and a figure steps into the flickering lamplight. It's ...Read more