Jun 11, 2017
@iservethemaster || Closed Starter
“I hear you wish to speak with me, Mr Renfield?” Mina’s voice came soft as she entered into the cell, hands folded delicately before her waist as curious hues linger upon the madman’s features. It had been most irregular. With the men gone and her mind growing weary from piecing the scraps of journals together, the young bride had begun tidying away her work in preparation for bed. Yet, such delicate tasks had been interrupted by a knock upon the door and a rather perturbed nurse inquiring if she would go see the patient. Upon discovering how long he had begged to see her, Mina was swift to agree to a meeting.
