WoD-Club

(Triggerwarning: Sexual Misconduct) Galasyn stood motionless, their rigid joints rivaled only by the marble statues surrounding them. But their attention rested exclusively on one. A single step away, a muted tarp covered the larger-than-life statue. Through the open-faced wall, the moonlight illuminating the studio was accompanied by an autumn breeze. Quietly, they looked up at it, rotating the hammer in their hands. They had made their choice, returned to this bittersweet place and the covered the facsimile. But in a fatal mistake, their glance brushed over its form; the lines the sheet formed and followed them up to its head. And just like that, all efforts in collecting their strength to raise the instrument needed to commit the deed, were rendered futile. As the heavy tool pulled their limp arm to the floor, they burst into tears. She was heard before she could be seen; her steps clearly audible on the stone slabs. The rhythmic tapping entering the room made them uneasy, but was