Hello everyone! Comin' back at you with another small part for Allyship! This time, with the group now safe once again after the river incident, we take a moment in the story to briefly shift focus. This small interlude goes to a very certain character who will be making his presence known very soon.
An old tune played softly, its notes flitting about the walls of the broken down studio. Deep within the confines of its walls lay a sanctuary, only accessible by those who play the correct tune. On the floor of the hideaway lay several candles, an old banjo, a smeared pentagram, and a crooked, broken mask, discarded and cast aside. The tune of the phonograph was all but drowned by the sound of hollow, grief-stricken sobs.
The figure of a man- or someone who was once a man- lay on his knees, his body bent and head lowered to the floor. His ink-coated body was racked with every sob that escaped him.
“Why… Why have you forsaken me…” His words came out