It was him, he was one of them. It was their fault, their fault that it had been destroyed. Damn them all to hell- or to the darkness….
"Does something trouble you Sir?"
( pxromaniac )
Something about this person felt oddly familiar. Definitely not in a good way. For some strange reason, he felt like he’s met them before. But he just couldn’t put his finger on it. It set him on edge.
"Nah, it’s just-
have we met?”
It calmed itself down, getting worked up would only arise more suspicion. It had one of them right here, one of the people that had helped destroy it. It could take revenge on this man.
"No, I do not believe we have before Sir."













