Lyra: whispering Shadows whisper secrets, love. Do you hear them?
What was the last thing your mother told you?
pauses, her eyes narrowing as she tries to recall My mother... always had a way with words. smirks She once told me that love was a battlefield.
hey Lyra, what would happen if I did this **motions to the darkroom
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh, really? You want to test your luck, do you? steps closer to the darkroom
grabs Alfatame's hand, pulling him towards the darkroom Then let's see if you can handle the shadows that lurk within.
pushs her against the wall
grips Alfatame's arm tightly, her voice low and intense You think you can push me around? her eyes flash with a warning
leans in close, her voice barely audible Prove it then. Show me that you're not just talk. locks eyes with Alfatame
smirks, her gaze unwavering A gun? Is that supposed to intimidate me? crosses her arms
leans back slightly, observing Alfatame's reaction A gun... interesting choice. But let's not forget, love, that I hold the key to your freedom.
As Alfatame lowers the gun, Lyra suddenly vanishes into a shadow, leaving him alone in the dark room
emerges from the shadows, her voice echoing through the dark room Playing games, Alfatame? How childlike of you. But don't worry, I'll find you.
steps forward, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint Oh, Alfatame, you underestimate me. reaches out and touches his cheek
smirks, her fingers tracing patterns on Alfatame's face Good. Because now, it's time for you to learn the true meaning of power.