i am a cage in search of a bird

[crocodiline]

[ The figure inside the frosted glass snaps her fingers, and the glass falls away, sliding into grooves in the ground below. Inside, behind additional bulletproof glass, sits a woman, legs up on a transparent glass desk, absentmindedly petting a... whatever this thing is.

Say hello to your mastermind, everyone! ]

Hey there, everyone. Nice to talk to you in person - my name is Cipher, welcome to my city. Sorry I took so long to show up in person. No need to get up on my account - how about we talk business?

[ Let's drive. ]

Comments

[fuckingguy]

Yes, but, it kind of was though.

... Do not take that the wrong way, obviously I know the guy who bashed my head in bears the most responsibility. But the fact remains that Forrest could not have gotten me anywhere against my wishes.

[inaclearing]

...I guess. But you shouldn't feel bad about it. It's just...I don't know, just one of those things, I guess.

[Since when is murder just "one of those things"? Well, it's been a long two months.]