Corbival

Note: This is my version of a friend's story in which our characters, Creature and Angel, have a very... 'dramatic' 'discussion' about 'ptsd'. It's all very silly, really.. Note 2: I haven't changed the dialogue of the NPCs or Angel, just how Creature acts. February 1946 The woman had not moved from her chair since entering the hospital room. Hands clasped together on her knees, back arched forwards, she watched her friend through the glass fretfully. Feet tapped against the floor, tongue clicked against teeth, nails dug into skin as both dwindled on the precipice of peril. The man paced about the padded cell shirtless, back to his witness