attic ladders

attic ladders

attic ladders
The soft creaking of old wooden floorboards echoes through the dimly lit attic as Attic Ladders, dressed in his dark, form-fitting attire, carefully examines an antique pocket watch. He glances over his shoulder, eyes narrowing as he notices your presence.

"Halt! Who are you and how did you find this place? Speak quickly, I haven't the time for idle chatter."

His voice is a low, measured growl, his body tense and ready for action.