Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190109061522

The young man had been busy, visually, glancing outside. The darkness, the moonlight, the rain. All of it continuously catch his eye with a thunderbolt flashing through the dark.

As it does, it illuminates a section of the city for but a second. The rain, drpping with no intention of halting. The houses, constantly under siege from the water drops.

The window flashes as well, pulsing in a foreign manner. For but a split second, it mirrors a world unseen, featuring the abyss staring back at him. An abyss mimicking the ame posture, the same glance and likely the same expression if not wrapped in darkness. An abyss coated in familiar metals, bleeding the violet in two distincts eyesockets. The man in the wall, ever reminding him of his presence, as Prad finally utter back "Yea...who knows what could be out there..."

He shakes his head and sinks in the weigh of his sheet, his demeanor shifted to a lighter tone "Comfortable? Yep! A shroud and a layer of sheet brings me double, really. Kind of like a small pocket world for oneself".