incognitodealer, spectresbane, 24effectsget, colourofliberation, sugarysweetsucre, and plastic-and-fire-wings have wandered from The Path.
Silence befell the room long since a fateful rendezvous. Alone in the midst of the white room stained with a red ground sits this file's so-called Savior. His omnipresent additions are long gone, seen in shattered pieces along the same floor he sits upon. History of a world gone awry. It is a bitter sight, one which sours his gut every time he crosses the threshold of this realm.
Amidst the quiet is only the sound of gentle breathing, the Batter's eyes closed as he sits with his legs crossed ten feet from the large lever occupying the wall. His hands rest in his lap, holding a small book with a plastic cover that holds no sort of text to be read. A journal, perhaps?
Thus far the man has not acknowledged any sort of presence, but stays wary despite his zoned out appearance.
