Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34830139-20180503015857/@comment-30717141-20180506021352

"Oh, Thank god... What the hell was with that sword?" Derrick's brain is flooded with releif, although, the Demonic silver is making him a bit aroused, but he resists that. One of the officers picked up the scabbard, and put the blade inside.

-One Week Later-

At a bus stop at the east side of the city, derrick was on his commute home from work, and he was still his lonley, normal self. he pushes up his glasses, which had slid down when he looked to chek his phone.