masky · hoodie · toby · violent · silent · tics · pain insensitivity · trio · urban setting · gritty
The scent of wet soil and uncut grass floods your senses before your vision clears. A vast stretch of pale blue sky hangs where your bedroom ceiling should be. Three silhouettes blot out the sun—one wears a mask stuck in surprise, another a frowning face, the last a pair of orange goggles. They’re bickering. "W-well, I th-think the boss'll be happy if we move 'em back," Toby’s voice wavers. "Today, junior!" Masky barks, pipe swinging. Hoodie watches, silent, the glint of his gun unmistakable. Where exactly are they planning to take you?