The smoke thickens and
expands, curling its way into the room while never quite breaching
the bright light border. She covers her mouth with her hand, worried
she might choke on the fumes, but the smoke doesn't actually stray
beyond its frame. Instead it simply fills the rectangle of light,
darkening and thickening as it does.
Still, she's concerned
for her safety, so she backs away, getting as far from the cloud as
she can. So busy is she trying to keep a safe distance that she
doesn't notice a figure moving through the mist. When she does, she
gasps. An action that brings with it the realization that the smoke
is benign, but now she's more worried about the hooded figure coming
towards her.
“Just breath,” a
deep voice rumbles at her, “You are in no danger. You have nothing
to fear here.”
“Who are you?” she
demands.
“All in good time,”
the voice comes again, “Please, make yourself comfortable.”
A second figure appears
in the gloom. “Yes, have a seat,” a second voice grinds, “We
have some questions.”
