Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170404021926/@comment-30014014-20170405222210

''Oscar's eyes squint as he begins looking around. As he is not very enthusiastic searching out who happens to be the poor man fated to die siphoned, his arms are crossed as he spins around.''

"Which one is it? According to estimation, there could be more than hundreds here. I hope that killer instinct of yours can track him. Maybe I can make a recipient to avoid that fate" he says with a sardonic voice, continuing to spin around to spot the men that could be present.