OPEN location: Marzan Mansion
For a short while, Maggie felt settle enough to relax. The mansion was extravagant, and one she’d often looked upon during her time walking the island, something about it screamed an eerie causation in her mind, over and over again. Trusting it, even now, seemed rather futile. However, the foundation remained large enough for her to still keep relatively to herself. Or so she’d thought, as the champagne glass was thrust into her hands. Glimpses of a dark, ransacked alleys flit to the forefront of her mind before she blinked them away, “Uh, thank you but I’m not drinking,” she smiled, something lackluster and chilled as his hand curled around her wrist and he lent towards her and insisted. His breath was stale and reeked of alcohol and it was enough to make her cringe, “Really, I’m fine, thank you..”
