[Wolfwood has, of course, NO fucking clue what's about to happen to him here. He's just listening to the music, which...honestly is beautiful. It's hauntingly beautiful, actually, and...it's sad. Sadness. That's what he feels.
And suddenly, they're both in a prison cell. The walls of the house are dark and metallic. There are no windows, and the only light comes through the grated door that offers Wolfwood a sliver of contact with the outside world.
He feels trapped. He is trapped. That's been his whole life, from birth. Trapped in an orphanage, trapped in a cell. Trapped like a mouse in a cage, forced to do tricks for food or he'll get zapped or punished for deviating from the path.
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And suddenly, they're both in a prison cell. The walls of the house are dark and metallic. There are no windows, and the only light comes through the grated door that offers Wolfwood a sliver of contact with the outside world.
He feels trapped. He is trapped. That's been his whole life, from birth. Trapped in an orphanage, trapped in a cell. Trapped like a mouse in a cage, forced to do tricks for food or he'll get zapped or punished for deviating from the path.
That is where Wolfwood's heart is.]