Apr 3
*And as what remains is brough back, your gore stitched back together with the puppeteer's red strings, you open your eyes.
Sin towers over you, looking at you disapprovingly.
They are silent, but you can feel Their gaze piercing through you.*
@uoy-pleh-lli
*Yeah, it's about that time anyways.*
*Ahem, ahem...*
*Assistant doesn't flinch, or move, or do anything, they stare off into space, dull, and almost entirely lifeless.*
*...*
*They don't even seem to be breathing anymore.*