Though Charles was smiling his unsettling smile, Robyn didn't lift a brow.
"I think that you knew that I would come."
Charles flashed another crazy grin. "I may have had an inkling."
Robyn didn't flinch, "You were very sure about this inkling.
Charles chuckled, "Go make yourself comfortable."
"Right, comfortable."
Robyn found his way to a corner and dropped his bag, displacing a cloud of dust into the air. he plopped down next to it and surveyed the area.
There were three other people in the room. Charles, obviously, was one. The other two were sitting against the wall in front of him. A boy and a girl, most likely brother and sister. He wasn't sure which was older though, the girl had as many child like features as he could see in the dim light from so far away, and the boy lacked these, but the sister carried herself with an air of confidence that the boy didn't have. She sat on a stool, a leg crossed over the other one as she sat and examined knife. Her assumed-to-be brother sat behind her on the ground, taking inventory.
Robyn glanced at the clock, 24 minutes left.
He lifted his hood and began to wait.
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The Marble Tower
RandomShe had been locked in her little tower for eleven years. Confound to bed because of the mysterious disease that plagues her every breath. Though she doesn't remember much about her life beforehand she does remember one thing: the death of her mot...
