Send 💤 to wake my muse up from their nap.
Dark lashes fluttered open at the rather firm nudge on the shoulder from a stranger. Leaning by a wall, Andre rubbed his eyes, silently cursing himself for not getting a good amount of sleep the night before. Quickly remembering where he was (on standby to make sure that the process of the day’s execution via breaking wheel was complete), Andre quickly straightened himself.
“Ah, I’m terribly sorry, monsieur.” Andre began, believing that it was one of the workers who awoke him. “Has the been-”
He turned to face the person and was surprised when he saw that the person in question was clearly not one of the workers, but rather an odd-looking woman with auburn hair. Her clothes were dark and tattered, and she had various scars on her face.