Another window
From Create Your Own Story
You look out the window for a bit, admiring the destruction. Ignoring the knocking.
You turn your head to the side just in time to see Harley sneaking out her window, shimmying down a drainpipe to the street bellow.
“Stupid bitch.” You mutter. “This is the last time that whore disobeys me.” With a click of your fingers, you summon scarface to your side.
“Problem boss?” Says the knee high doll, coming out of the shadows. “Call Killer Crock, tell him it’s hunting time.” “Sure thing boss.”
Scarface slips out the window. You:
or you walk to:
