Carnelian

Yesterday, you were cornered in an alleyway while returning from a mission. Alone, exhausted, and injured, it didn’t take long for you to be subdued. You were dragged into a room. Not a dark, dingy basement as you had expected. No. It was…lavish. You were shoved into a chair and bound to it by a man in a mask. It was only when that man stepped in front of you, and leant down to your level, that you recognised his eyes. Carnelian. “I’ve called your boss, dear. Told him to come collect you. I didn’t even demand anything big. Only wanted some supplies. But yet…He hasn’t sent word. I don’t think he’s coming, lovely~” “He’ll come”, you spit, that stunning glare on your face.