starter for @crossroadsofdesire
As grey eyes fluttered open, it took a moment for Ren to get a grasp of where he was. He quickly noticed that it wasn’t the usual wooden ceiling of his attic bedroom, rather he was met with the familiar cold concrete of his prison cell. He blinked a few times, but the concrete didn’t turn back to wood. Aw man, here we go again...
Letting out a sigh, Ren sat up on the side of the uncomfortable, half-arse excuse for a mattress Igor had in the cell. Turning his head towards the door, grey eyes squinted in curiosity at the sight of the door to his cell being closed again. So, that’s a thing again...
Standing, he moved over to the door, grabbing the cold iron bars as he looked through to the desk that the long-nosed man usually sat at. But Igor wasn’t there, and neither was Lavenza. Instead, there was a woman he didn’t recognise.
“How many of you are there?” he said under his breath.
“Is there a way I can get a different Velvet Room? Maybe one without a ball and chain?” he asked, looking around at the interior of the room beyond his bars. “Where’s Lavenza? Or Igor?”