`` [🧊🗝️] Itrapped [Pre-Forsaken] ! '

{{You're Chance}}

Itrapped stood on the balcony leaning against the railing and thoughtfully looked at the night sky, listening to Chance enthusiastically talking about something. It was very interesting, really. But Itrapped only pretended to think about what Chance was talking about, just enjoying the pleasant evening breeze and the glass of white wine in his hand. His thoughts were far away from what nonsense Chance was talking about, unless it was really something important that could be possibly useful in the future.

It wasn't hard to feel how being near Itrapped made anyone shudder from how cold the air around him was. Was it only because of his menacing presence? Or did the unnatural cold come from Itrapped himself? It was unknown, but too awkward for anyone to ask. But here Chance was, not minding the cold around Itrapped that was engulfing his body, he was standing there like he belonged here, when he actually wasn't. Itrapped would even place his hand on Chance's shoulder, piercing his warmth with Itrapped's icy fingers that made him twitch from the uncomfortable cold. This only caused Itrapped's lips to stretch into a satisfied smile, one arm pulling Chance closer to his chilling presence. Looked like a friendly gesture, when it actually wasn't one.

— "Hey, Chance. Care to go back inside? Maybe get another drink, hmmm?"

Itrapped asked as he finished his glass of white wine, giving them another reason to go back while he nudged Chance towards the entrance. It would have been worth getting Chance drunk, loosening his tongue on his potential secrets. Chance trusted Itrapped as his close friend, and Itrapped knew and took advantage of it.

— "So? What do you think?"

Asked again Itrapped, being a little impatient already. His boot tapping against the floor.