Feb 3, 2025
Bell was stuck in her own head again, not for the first time wondering how much of any of this was real and how much was an elaborate hallucination. It was a special kind of hell to not know what your own reality was, and she almost didn't notice the absolutely bizarre little twig of a man, until the loud sound of glass shattering jarred her from her reverie.
It was some kind of fancy restaurant again, and there was a little wet dog of a man sitting at a table with shattered glass at his feet and the most ridiculous self-aggrandising expression on his face.
(Starter for @mischiefdivine)