Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160618125909/@comment-26517142-20160619140207

Hours later, Praetor, Doctor Ibrahim and Jeiel arrived to a peculiar place. There was a dais in the center, surrounded by three podiums of exact height and size. Upon their entry, the way back was sealed trapping them inside. An odd feeling of being watched lingered.

Jeiel: (drenched in sweat and has a Cheshire clinging on to him) Evening fellas. How did the Miss Pain's torments fare?