[A letter, sealed in a black envelope, sealed with black wax.]
@fear-osha
[offy stands in their office, bloody and bandaging up a nasty gash in their chest. they hold the letter with shaky, wet hands, thinking for a moment, before ripping it open.]
[The letter is written on black paper in white text. It has two sentences written.]
[“I can help you be close to those you care for again.”]
[“Meet me in the woods and I’ll see what I can do.”]
[offy grimaces. they don't want to go into the woods, that's the last place they want to be now. and what woods? who is this?]
[they think for a moment, taking deep breaths through pained lungs, while they tend to their injury. it's already beginning to heal.]
[they decide to step outside.]
[The air is cold, and a quiet fog lazily rolls in. Perhaps they don’t notice it at first, until it’s already obscured the ground almost entirely.]
[Perhaps they don’t notice when the woods slowly twist and turn into somewhere else.]
[Perhaps they don’t notice until a figure, made of shadowy smoke and wearing a suit, is walking beside them despite having been nowhere to be seen a moment before.]
[offy does notice, somewhat, but they don't care. they're not really scared, just weary and curious, and feeling lost.]
hi.
“I take it you’re interested in my offer?” [His voice doesn’t seem to come from anywhere in particular, it just sort of happens.]
maybe.
[The figure seems to nod somehow.]
“I do understand the uncertainty, I apologize for all the theatrics. Easier to do business in private, no?” [Its tone is friendly and conversational, and its demeanor matches.]
