"There has to be something...." Arthur mumbled to himself. He opened any doors he came by, but none seemed to hold what he was searching for. "One would think a place that generates any type of room at random would at least have something of a market or the like. I wanted to find a birthday present for-"
(
Cut for kind of lengthy and unsettling content. )
[Concerned, though also wary, he crouches down before the other] Arthur? Are you all right?
Reply
And I apologize. My name is Antonio. [Smiles to him, hoping to set the other at ease somewhat]
Reply
[He sits on a nearby bench, looking at the ground.] I'm not exactly sure, myself. It's this... [He searches for words to describe it.] haunting, deadly presence that is following me. I thought I had lost it when I arrived here, but...
Reply
[He listens and moves to sit beside Arthur] Where is it from? Is it dangerous?
Reply
Reply
You must have had a challenging life.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment