Thread:GalaxE/@comment-34012245-20191209040109/@comment-34012245-20191209062002

((I'm enjoying this waaay too much))

Dion practically fell off his chair, startled from the voice. Not only was it unusual for someone to speak to him; this voice was certainly out of the common tone. This wasn't a guard.

"Who...?"

His own voice wavered and broke off in mid sentence. It was definitely squeakier than he intended.

He approached the door gingerly, seeming almost afraid to slide it open. Dion knew he wanted to get out. But... this? It didn't seem right. Should he come out? He lingered by the door, uncertain. His hand rested on the white surface with indecisiveness.