[With every step he takes, his surroundings warp. They change from the room, to the hall, to the outside to another room, and another. It's as if it were all water, rippling outward with each change worst than the last.
And he just continues to this slow walk, his low voice echoing both around her and in the distance.]
Tiiiiiifa.
[It's a quiet, almost playful voice as doors creak and glass shatter.]
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And he just continues to this slow walk, his low voice echoing both around her and in the distance.]
Tiiiiiifa.
[It's a quiet, almost playful voice as doors creak and glass shatter.]
I thought this was what you wanted...