A tall man with a black cape walked over to Drusilla, smiling. He looked like Terminus, but his armor and hair were black, the trim of his armor was purple, and his eyes were red. His skin was pale white. "Hello, Drusilla."
Drusilla stared up at the man, swallowing hard. She was tired, exhausted. The night was long and she was in the middle of nowhere, camping near the river. It was quite curious this man walked up to her and spoke her name.It seemed wrong but she was too tired at the moment to react as she used to.
"Who are you?" She whispered, noticing the colour of his eyes.










