Scar wasn't entirely fond of having to go out by himself again, but unless he wished to spend the entire night in his room, he did not have much of a choice. He would have to test his luck again on finding someone suitable enough for life bait company. Hopefully they would be more useful than the idiots he had run into the last few nights. Good help was so hard to find.
After the lights had gone out and the doors had unlocked, the King reached for his light stick and his steel pipe and moved out.
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