Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190114002723

Prad is present. His body is cradled by the darkness of the room’s corner, only compounded by another layer that is his shroud.

He utters no words, not doesn’t he moves, every spec of his skin hidden away. He seems to be lost in his thoughts when in fact, his attention is nigh.