Shoreline (3).
The shadows that surrounding him began to shift and coil, forming into a dense fog that pulsed with a life of its own.
This room, or rather, the space he found himself in, felt like a stretch of endless twilight. The walls, floor, and ceiling seemed to be made of a fluid darkness and living shadows that responded to his every movement and gesture with an eerie grace.
Evangeline's figure, standing at the heart of this shifting dark realm, appeared almost ethereal. Her eyes, reflecting an unsettling yet captivating crimson light, focused intently on Cain. Her presence exuded a mix of authority and an enigmatic allure that both intrigued and unnerved him.
Cain frowned, immediately realizing who she was talking about,
"Lukas? So this is where you kept him."
Evangeline nodded, "I even fed him everyday, so he isn't malnutritioned."
Cain smiled wryly, "He might be fed, but I am quite sure he isn't happy with these... living arrangements."