Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180328220025/@comment-24510587-20180330204733

"My son is at stake, now is not the time for moral qualms," Marr said, briskly striding down the corridor.

The lock creaked and groaned, before snapping and sending pieces of metal across the room and clanking into the walls.

Chances were that someone heard that...