Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190206180231

The young man walks back by himself. Well, as much as he can afford, his steps permeated in a shivering presence. Misleadings for the man named Marcus. The thing he spoke of, the man in the wall. He didn't sense him. He sees him. Dancing about around him whenever he wills. 'Feeding' his sight with unsightly vision.

Right now, however, his mask of unmoving expression is a wordless speech of a man lost in his footing. The nurse's touch had long evaporated and once more, he find himself on a tiny isle, amidst dangerous waters. Silence and the void of expression, his perserved solace...