Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190203035304

Prad walks, walks back to his room, silently. Whatever light around him...dies. Darkness devours the little illumination present, leaving him alone inside out.

'"Do you see?" '

Prad stops, looking to his left where a wall should be. Instead, the appearance of a man looks back.

"I saw it. The animal, belligerant in its drunken state, toying with you as his...cohort does with him. Was it out of spite? Out of its sicking state? Out of mockery? Whichever it turns to be, the man of metal seemed content watching him do so..."

Prad clenches his hands, a paste of emotion surfacing back as a spark of outrage. Touched by the man in the wall, he feels...shelter.

"I saw your struggle against the man you saw as one to look up to, so easily tossing you to the scrap. And then, the intoxicated animal. Do not worry, I will mold your hands back from what they have inflicted".

Prad lowers his head, slowly returned to his way back to his room, far from all, where he can mend to his arms, by himself.