Scarlet Rot
Surea didn't lower her head. The feeling of freedom from the hate she'd held on for so long was beyond what she expected it to be. She was.. She was truly free. The clatter of credits pulled her from this near euphoric state. And her attention turned back to the world around her. She wasn't alone. No, something darker was here. A cold she didn't expect. No, not that she didn't expect. She couldn't fathom it. Sith Lord wasn't even a word she knew of, but in an instant she recognized what it was.
She didn't even reach for the money. She was frozen in fear. All this time she'd been playing a wolf in sheep's clothing, when she was just a sheep playing a wolf. The voice, the shade before her. It had her attention. All of her attention. If se looked away, she was certain it would kill her. Even though she didn't have eyes, she felt they'd know. They came with an offer. Not just her freedom. But a path to.. Her Rot?
Her own destiny?
"Show me." Even as the rest of her hesitated, her voice didn't.
"Show me the door."
Darth Ptolemis