Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20180627021638/@comment-27550231-20180628021311

The courier stops in their tracks out of fear and confusion. The graveyards sudden appearance caught the runner off guard and now they faced off what best could be described as an apparition or worse a mamono. What kind of mamono it was mattered not to the courier the only thing that was important at the moment was survival... escape. The courier clutched dearly to their satchel of letters and baubles as they slowly inched away daring not to breath nor make any sudden movements.

"I've been in similar situations before... why should this be any different."