Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20190813211542

"N-no....the RMRP don't....kill....children...I-....His face was so pale...."

The shaman abruptly vomited, shooting out a gooey mixture of rat, birds and trash filth on the floor.

"I-I need a moment...."

The shaman flew into the abyss, leaving the two girls alone with nothing but the torch's glow. When the torch was held closer to the scratched-out text on the floor, it spelled out "I'm sorry", seemed as if a mental patient made them. To add insult to injury, several more scratched out "I'm sorry"s could been seen, all leading to a busted door with scratch marks on every square foot of it, some of which went through the door entirely.

Edit: Added some bits I forgot to.