Inej has grown used to seeking comfort at the RoadHouse when she finds herself in the Horizon.
Her association with the bar as a safe space is shattered the second she walks past the threshold of the door. A gasp escapes her as she takes in the state of the place– the lights are almost completely out except for a few stray bulbs not touched by the apparent blackout in the building.
"Hello?" she calls out, frowning, fingers trailing against the line of the bar to keep her place in the room as her eyes adjust to the mostly-dark of the room. "Jo? Dean... Geralt?" they're the most easily expected to find here, but she'll take anyone. Eventually, her finger slides over something thick, wet and slick, she squints in the dark trying to make it out, but it isn't until she makes it to the next shining bulb she can see the red tainting her fingers.
The strength of the afflictions she's suffering from are stronger in the Horizon, and she can hear Tante Heleen's cruel tones whisper, "Will your Saints accept a killer?" She isn't sure if anyone else is even in the bar, or if they can hear the phantom that's chased her so relentlessly.
{'Cause, baby, you're a haunted house » OTA
Her association with the bar as a safe space is shattered the second she walks past the threshold of the door. A gasp escapes her as she takes in the state of the place– the lights are almost completely out except for a few stray bulbs not touched by the apparent blackout in the building.
"Hello?" she calls out, frowning, fingers trailing against the line of the bar to keep her place in the room as her eyes adjust to the mostly-dark of the room. "Jo? Dean... Geralt?" they're the most easily expected to find here, but she'll take anyone. Eventually, her finger slides over something thick, wet and slick, she squints in the dark trying to make it out, but it isn't until she makes it to the next shining bulb she can see the red tainting her fingers.
The strength of the afflictions she's suffering from are stronger in the Horizon, and she can hear Tante Heleen's cruel tones whisper, "Will your Saints accept a killer?" She isn't sure if anyone else is even in the bar, or if they can hear the phantom that's chased her so relentlessly.