Dec 18, 2018
After the day turned into night, Faustus was easily arranging for some witching hour activity in the Greendale forest no less. And it was something that he had anticipated others would follow behind in. Losing track of anybody was part of the plan, wanting to pull more devilish tricks out of his sleeves, something that led him closer to the town of Greendale than he cared to admit. But, as he heard footsteps, his grin eagerly awaited them to fall into the trap, before he peeked around the tree to see a young woman whom he didn’t recognize. Was she an academy student? Or a mere mortal? Sneaking up behind her, he quickly called out to her. “Who are you? You’re not supposed to be out here.”
@glcdysraine