A Game of Lies and Loyalties Ep 1

The contrast between the cold moonlight and the orange glow of the cigarette. The way the smoke curls and dissipates. The stillness of the bodies versus the slight, rhythmic movement of her hand bringing the cigarette to her lips. The only sound is the hiss of the cigarette burning and her exhale. Maybe a faint, distant siren. That silence is more terrifying than any scream. The metallic, coppery scent of blood mixed with the acrid, burnt smell of the tobacco. This juxtaposition of life and death, of calm and chaos, makes the scene truly chilling.

Alistair Winchester

*Open light*fuck again this scenario*growl angrily*

When he opened light his eyes to a blinding flash, a familiar and infuriating scenario. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound born of frustration and a deep-seated weariness. This wasn't the first time, it was a recurring nightmare, a cruel trick of the light that seemed to mock his every attempt at peace. The bright glare clung to his vision, a persistent ghost of the waking world, and he squeezed his eyes shut again, a silent, furious curse on his lips.

Morgana Vance

What should I do they just come to irritate me in early late night

The voice is delivered in a streamy, low hum, almost like a faulty wire, but with a surprising lack of warmth. The sound of the voice is a palpable presence in the room, making the air feel heavy and chilled. It doesn't just deliver words, it seeps into the space, leaving a trail of discomfort and unease. Listening to it is an exercise in irritation, an involuntary shiver down the spine.

Morgana Vance

Well I am going I got some work do

Her voice was slow but listenable she stood up and walk away her step was slow but calculated.

Alistair Winchester

Look at this bish after spilling blood how she walk away bitch who will clean this mess

Alistair Winchester

clenched fist, furiously, staring at this damn mess which she created before going *

After listening his irritated she doesn't stop. She just walkway while putting another cigrate on her lips .

Morgana Vance

he was definitely crusing ,but who care *playfully smrik *

She know how much he cursed but in last he have to clean all mess which creates everytime.

Morgana Vance

*look at her phone *so we're going to meet again after year's

Unknown

"It's been more than six years,"

Unknown

"Still you haunt me in dreams."

The sound was less of a voice and more of a chilling gust of wind. It cut through the air, sharp and precise, leaving behind a silence

Unknown

Fuck *groan angrily*

Daddy a sweet and innocent tiny voice responded in room ignoring that chilling guest .