Quote:
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: You aren't entirely sure how you got here. This side of town was dark and foreboding. Perhaps it was the rain that had turned you around? Regardless, you knew you certainly had to leave.
Turning around you gasp, bumping into someone. You look up, stuttering your apology but your blood runs cold. A tall, dark man stood in the shadows and though you can't make anything out of him (save a large, toothy smile), you feel genuinely afraid for yourself. You take a step backwards, not wanting to pull your gaze from him as he begins to speak.
"Missy miss, you shouldn't be out so late." his voice is smooth like velvet, but there was a tone that sent a chill down your spine.
You continue to walk backwards, your mouth opening to try and make a rebuttal, but your footing slips, knocking into a stray rock, and you fall backwards. You groan, looking back up but find the man gone. Instead of feeling relief you start to look around to find any trace of him ever being there. What you find is a long box and a note with red stains on it:
My darling my dear, my love my light
I promise to make it the best of your nights
You're squirm below me, you'll scream in fear
But none will know of the love I'll kill so dear.
-the Bloodstained Gentleman
Message: You aren't entirely sure how you got here. This side of town was dark and foreboding. Perhaps it was the rain that had turned you around? Regardless, you knew you certainly had to leave.
Turning around you gasp, bumping into someone. You look up, stuttering your apology but your blood runs cold. A tall, dark man stood in the shadows and though you can't make anything out of him (save a large, toothy smile), you feel genuinely afraid for yourself. You take a step backwards, not wanting to pull your gaze from him as he begins to speak.
"Missy miss, you shouldn't be out so late." his voice is smooth like velvet, but there was a tone that sent a chill down your spine.
You continue to walk backwards, your mouth opening to try and make a rebuttal, but your footing slips, knocking into a stray rock, and you fall backwards. You groan, looking back up but find the man gone. Instead of feeling relief you start to look around to find any trace of him ever being there. What you find is a long box and a note with red stains on it:
My darling my dear, my love my light
I promise to make it the best of your nights
You're squirm below me, you'll scream in fear
But none will know of the love I'll kill so dear.
-the Bloodstained Gentleman
