Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181221213355

''Image after image passes through the room, feeding Prad’s with memories he never sought to relive. Battle after battle, war after war, horrid beasts seeking his person. Wounds, injuries, they all feel dug up by the man in the wall.

Twisted imagery fills his mind, his used mind merely enduring what he had lived all his life. Alas...

You remember it all, don’t you... The man in the wall voices his question as if both already had the answer.

“Yes...”

'''”Forget not who held your life in the waking world when it came to you. Alone in the darkness of your own home. You begged...you cried, and nobody came for you...”'''

The man in the wall takes a seat by the only chair in the room, delighted to see Prad shiver with sorrow. The sensation of powerlessness crawls on his back as he stretches his arms around his shoulders.

'''“They heard your cries. The cries of a young man about to be swallowed while and butchered by a bovine. And yet, I came along when nobody would...”'