[ It says something about how unnerving the man sat before her is that it takes Abigail a good few minutes to register that there's a dead body on the floor at all. She tries her best not to look at it, certain that she'll end up the same way all too soon, and she digs her nails into her palms to try and ground herself, keep herself from panicking. ]
Please, I-- I don't know what you're talking about. You have to let me go.
[ She sees Rook and relief washes over her face. ]
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Please, I-- I don't know what you're talking about. You have to let me go.
[ She sees Rook and relief washes over her face. ]
David? Please, you have to help me.