Celeste;
Location; Rossi's Estate
Underground base, Right Wing.
9:00PM.
The metal door protests on its hinges, the grating sound alerting me to someone walking in. Booted feet slapping on concrete.
"Have you guys considered a door change?" I sigh into the pensive quiet.
Whoever the intruder is, doesn't grace me with a response, his footsteps just keep approaching in equal intervals—until I feel the heat of the presence before me.
A weight settles into my lap. Warm with a slippery press.
I realize it's food. My numbing limbs choose that exact second to throb, as if reminding me of the uncomfortable position I'm in.
A scoff tears out of my throat, "I unfortunately lack a beak to pick my food, you know?" I say, matter-of-factly.
Steel scrapes against the stark concrete, settling right in front of me—inches apart though. And just then I realize the figure had walked to the corner to grab a seat behind the heaped cardboard boxes.
