Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170509110437/@comment-26108027-20170515023320

Chris is silent for a full minute, before finally speaking.

"...my wife was afflicted, too. She was cursed before she was affected. She had something inside of her, a sort of seed. She would die from the monster that grew from it. Of course, we thought it was simply a child and it would wear her down, so we waited. And waited. And waited. She got more and more paranoid, started cutting herself, screaming at me and our son, just got worse and worse and worse. Finally, she... she threw herself off a cliff as her insanity... blossomed."

He sounds calm, but his hands are shaking a bit.

"The witch came back to take our.. my son. I fought back,and he was turned into a tiny glass statue as a punishment. Skullstone found me at my lowest point, gambling enough money to survive the day, selling myself to women for the night. He took me in, kept me alive for ten years. When I tried to leave... he... he took my baby and threatened to smash him against the ground. He still has him, actually, in a glass case in his office. I'm serving him until one of us dies, and it sure as hell won't be me."

Chris stops in front of a door. Agonized screams and sobbed pleas to stop are coming from behind it.

"We're here. We should wait, unless you want to pile more shame and self-loathing onto Ellie."