T H E N O R T H
One year ago…
Allison slowly begins to wake up, her body feeling slightly paralysed as she struggled to open her eyes. When she finally opens them, she finds herself looking down at the ground below her and realises that her head is hanging low and she is on her knees. She frowns to herself as she slowly lifts her head, seeing that it is evening time, the clouds covered with a dense blanket of grey heavy clouds, the air being ice cold and the smell of petrichor lingering in it. Allison tries to move her arms but can't at all, and it makes her turn her head to the side and to see that they are being restricted, strung up by chains... chains that seem to be coated in Wolfsbane considering the way her skin sizzles when she comes in contact with them...
She slowly winces to
