Wind whistles outside. Damp creeps in. With a silent groan, you brace yourself to face whatever madness awaits. You always knew this day would come, you just hadn’t anticipated it would be quite so…wet.
- Where is your character?
- What madness awaits?
- Why is it so wet?
- How does your character feel about what awaits them?
- What happens next?
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