Rift · Chat

The light outside the window is dimmer than it was yesterday, as if something has quietly shifted in the air. Rift leans against the wall, his back pressed against the rough masonry, his knuckles turning white as he clenches them. He slowly crouches down, back still against the wall, curling himself into a ball. His tail is tightly tucked between his legs, the tip twitching unconsciously. “...Don’t come any closer.”