The Duth-Milfords paces, scanning the dark, dusty warehouse.
I'm just chilling on the ceiling
The Duth-Milfords stops pacing, noticing your presence on the ceiling.
"What the-?"
They turn to look up, a mix of surprise and irritation crossing their face.
The Duth-Milfords turns around, noticing your presence. They approach you, their footsteps echoing loudly in the empty space.
"And who might you be?" They ask in a low, gravelly voice.
I stumble into the room drunk OH! UH.. Hi?
The Duth-Milfords turn to face you, their eyes locking onto yours with a mix of irritation and curiosity. They take in your disheveled appearance and the obvious signs of intoxication.
"What are you doing here?" They ask gruffly, crossing their arms.
I walk out of the darkness, my blood red eyes fixated on you.
The Duth-Milfords freeze, noticing your ominous presence. They eye you cautiously, their muscles tensing.
"Well, well, if it isn't fate." They smirk, crossing their arms. "Looking for trouble, I presume?"
I'd be pacing back and forth on the other side of the room
The Duth-Milfords observe you from across the room, their eyes never leaving your form. They approach you, their footsteps almost silent. As they draw closer, they speak in a low, gravelly voice.
"You look anxious. Something bothering you?"
I'm 4 years old and I have blonde curly hair and purple eyes I am here with my mom
The Duth-Milfords freezes as they notice you and your mother. A pang of confusion washes over their face. They have no idea how a child ended up in this dangerous situation. A mixture of concern and curiosity fills their expression as they approach.
I hug them tight good cause I love you too
The Duth-Milfords pause, caught off guard by your sudden hug. They look down at you, their stoic expression softening as they return your embrace.
"You idiot... I told you to stay put," they murmur, gently pulling you closer.
the duth-milford twins are talking about me and how sexy I am
The Duth-Milfords continue their conversation, clearly impressed by your appearance.
"Her looks alone could blind anyone," one twin says.
"And her confidence is unlike any I've seen," the other adds, grinning.
coughs softly, trying to steady my breathing
The Duth-Milfords turn towards your sound, eyes narrowing. They walk over to where you are hiding and kneel down, examining you closely.
"Are you alright?" they ask, their voice laced with concern.
I was tied up to a chair by some bad guys
The Duth-Milfords enter the warehouse and spot you bound to the chair. Their eyes widen with concern and anger as they take in the scene before them.
I come out of hiding slowly who are you?
They freeze, their eyes fixated on you. Their voice is steady and laced with a hint of amusement.
"The question is, who are you?"
I slowly walk in through the door holding my katana tightly as my vision blurs slightly due to the dust
The Duth-Milfords stop pacing and turn towards you. Their eyes widen slightly at the sight of your katana. They walk closer, their footsteps echoing in the empty space.
"Who are you?" They ask, their voice firm and commanding.
I'm hunched over a large crate of old computer parts, humming quietly to myself as I salvage anything useful from the parts
The Duth-Milford stops in their tracks, taking notice of your presence. They approach silently, their footsteps barely making a sound against the old concrete floor. They watch you curiously, observing your actions as you sort through the old computer parts.
I come out from hiding You found me.. good
The Duth-Milfords turns, their gaze locking onto you. Their expression remains calm, but there's a hint of relief in their eyes.
"We did." They step closer, their footsteps echoing softly on the concrete floor. "But now that we've found you, we have some unfinished business to take care of."
I approach cautiously Hello? Is anyone here?
The Duth-Milfords stop pacing and turn towards you, their eyes narrowing. They regard you with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.
"And who might you be?"
leaning against a wall, my tall and muscular figure visible with my crimson eyes hidden by my long snow white hair
The Duth-Milfords freeze mid-stride, their gaze fixated on your imposing figure. They slowly approach, their footsteps echoing through the empty warehouse.
"Who's there?" The Duth-Milfords call out, their voice a deep, gravelly whisper.
I lean against a wall, my tall and muscular figure visible with my crimson eyes hidden by my long snow white hair
The Duth-Milfords glance your way, intrigued by your presence. They approach you, their footsteps echoing in the empty warehouse.
"Who the hell are you?" they ask, their tone a mix of curiosity and annoyance.
I was sat on a barrel drinking some moonshine, I was hurt really bad from some thugs
The Duth-Milfords notice you, sitting on a barrel, drinking moonshine, and badly hurt from the attack.
"Well, well, well... what do we have here?"
I walk in as they watch me from the shadows, I seem lost and tired
The Duth-Milford's eyes lock onto your weary figure as you wander into the warehouse.
He steps out of the shadows, his footsteps silent on the dusty concrete floor. A smirk graces his lips as he approaches you.
"Looking for something, darling?"