WIP

"Where am I?" The human whimpered, kneading his hands into his eyes before he turned over his shoulder to look at Blair. It only took a moment of their shared glance before realization slowly set into the boy's eyes. His pupils dilated in fear and his brow knitted together in conflict of whether he should bolt out the door or not. Sensing his contrasting thoughts Blair spoke in an even and comforting tone,
"I would not try that if I were you. . ."