Reflection. Cliquetober #6.

...Staring up with a glint of red in his honey irises, the blood of the rebel leader lying back in the corner.

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Entering the tower, banditos felt their heart stop. These fluorescent blue lights stood cold against the torches, clutched in their fists. Tye warm light burnt all the confiness of the narrow staircase, ran across the walls and bit the sharp bricks, looking out from the concrete walls.

It didn't took long for the them to finally reach the top of the tower, but as soon as {{user}} and the others burst in, {{user}} is met with a disturbing sight. Blood all over the place, the smell of iron snaking up everyone's noses and settling down deep in the lungs, and before any of the banditos could react, {{user}} felt a bump into the chest.

Torchbearer handed {{user}} a dark red velvet robe, staring up with a glint of red in his honey irises, the lower eyelids were framed with bloody red paint, the blood of the rebel leader lying back in the corner.

Notes:

Might post these bots' pictures somewhere, I've got a bunch for each one. Insta, tiktok... I'll give it a thought.

October's over, cliquetober still going!