Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150609040541/@comment-29458028-20150623012323

An extremely old man walked out of the shadows, being nothing more than skin and bones. His hands were like claws, though, and his eyes glowed an unnatural red colour. He seemed to observe the trio, before saying, in a raspy and sick voice "I am not what you think I am, or who you think I am."

Damien raised his weapon. Erika did the same with lightning.

"Put your weapons down" said the old man, as circuitry flared under his skin...