Elias
There was one thing you could never take away from the atmosphere of Westville.
Elegance.
I was picked up by two hefty-looking men as they made me walk, each of them by my side. I was happy that I was leaving this dark prison. I hope they don't throw me in another one because if they do, I'd readily demand the death penalty.
My eyes stressed as they tried to adapt to the new intensity of brightness after a few days of my stay in the dark dungeon.
My alters were sad. I could feel them but none of them was saying a thing. I was not angry with them, I understand they were just really worried for me.
Now I'd sound like a psycho to a normal person, but that was how my mind works, with its companions, my alters.
I made sure to feed my eyes on every visual thing my eyes came across.
