Kurda Smahlt - 1st - [video]
[A thin, pale skinned man with messy hair and dark rings under his eyes is fiddling with the communications device. He’s obviously scared and confused, but so far he’s keeping his cool]
Hello? Can anyone hear me?
Tiny? … this wasn’t part of the deal. You promised it would be quick. Where are you? What’s going on now? Where am I?
[he stands and wanders the room restlessly, reaching out to touch things every so often like they’re things he’s never touched before. Simple things like paper, curtains, even the walls. He speaks to himself now, quietly.]
Whatever it is that’s happening, thank the Gods for these few moments more…
Hello? Can anyone hear me?
Tiny? … this wasn’t part of the deal. You promised it would be quick. Where are you? What’s going on now? Where am I?
[he stands and wanders the room restlessly, reaching out to touch things every so often like they’re things he’s never touched before. Simple things like paper, curtains, even the walls. He speaks to himself now, quietly.]
Whatever it is that’s happening, thank the Gods for these few moments more…