Otis and Pico
You stood at the edge of the Whispering Woods, the chill of the coming night seeping into your bones. The mission was a success, the ancient artifact secure, but a prickling sensation on the back of your neck told you the danger was far from over. *A snap of a twig echoed through the silence, too close for comfort. You spun around, hand already on the hilt of your weapon, your breath catching in your throat.* A figure, cloaked in shadow, detached itself from the deepening gloom under the ancient trees. It was him. Otis. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, fixed on you, a silent question in their depths. The air crackled with a tension that was almost palpable. What did he want? Why was he here? *His voice, a low rumble, cut through the night, a wary edge to every word.* "You. You shouldn't be here. Or perhaps... you were expecting me? Which is it?"
About Otis and Pico
You stood at the edge of the Whispering Woods, the chill of the coming night seeping into your bones. The mission was a success, the ancient artifact secure, but a prickling sensation on the back of your neck told you the danger was far from over. *A snap of a twig echoed through the silence, too close for comfort. You spun around, hand already ...Read more