Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20171110033455/@comment-30014014-20171112021858

''Outsider slowly walks to his side. Her muffs are lowered, almost bound by an anchor driving them down. She wander on his gaze, shaking her head. His mind couldn't deny what that projected. Once more, his eye phases between his natural brown and a glaucous red, gazing into this "spell" book. Once more, a red shape runs down his broken and burnt hand.''

"Then all I can give them is a proper burial..."

''His stare turns to this journal, slowly taking it out of his bag besides the other. He begins thinking of whoever was last onwer of the cursed book. While filtering through the pages of the journal, malevolance started filling his mind.''

''Outsider said nothing, did nothing. But she knew...what occupied his head at the moment.''