Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20191112193046/@comment-38232361-20200917045927

"W-well I'm honored to. What kind of weapon is it?" He asks, Sylvia also listening with interest inside her mask prison.

MEANWHILE

She sighs and touches her shoulder, thumbing it as she continues, "With what little money and belongings he allowed me to take with me, I took a boat as far away as I could, and wound up here. Cold, hungry, alone, and pregnant in a country that spoke a language I could barely speak a word of. Then, when I was just about to give up on life, the kindness of a stranger saved me. He took me in, raised me as his own, and was a perfect grandfather to my son..."