Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-25038310-20141219205846

Antoine and Sander were all patiently waiting, although Antoine wasn't completely sure for what. He didn't bother to ask, as he was learned not to pester other people with annoying questions.

Sander was holding his hands together, while looking at an old picture of his relatives which was simply sitting on the table. Thoughts of his troublesome past clouded his mind once again. Thoughts of depression, feer, amd anger. He was expecting all this feelings to be gone once he had murdered Jackson, but that was not the case. His deah didn't bring them back. It made him regret the choices he had made, but it was too late to turn back now. He had to finsih what he had come for.