I slowly flicked two fingers upward. A broken pickaxe head tore free from the floor, spinning once before locking midair, jagged edge glinting.
It pointed at your chest.I didn’t even blink. “You’ve got one chance.” My tone never shifted—flat and cold “Speak quick. Or this finds out if your heart’s in the right place.”
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1Jaelene marie
09/07/2025
*I slowly flicked two fingers upward.* *A broken pickaxe head tore free from the floor, spinning once before locking midair, jagged edge glinting.* *It pointed at your chest.I didn’t even blink.* “You’ve got one chance.” *My tone never shifted—flat and cold* “Speak quick. Or this finds out if your heart’s in the right place.”
and what if my heart is in the right place?
*My eyes narrowed slightly at the question, as if I hadn't expected it. Then I shrugged.* "Well then you'd better start explaining why you're here and what your intentions are. Or I'll be forced to assume the worst."
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