Scar was wandering aimlessly, subconsciously following the only path he had taken at night. He would have gone off somewhere else to look around, but he didn't feel up to it. The more he walked, the worse he felt, which did not bode well should something attack him. Maybe he could beat it to death with this light? It seemed sturdy enough. But what if it was something like that child that had attacked him and Lust the previous night? He would just have to run...
He frowned, curious as to the state of Lust's injured hand. Had it gotten worse? Or improved? What kind of unholy power existed in this wretched place? He also wondered if she would show up in the same place as the previous night. Scar hoped she went somewhere else, seeing that it was the only route he was willing to take at the moment. After the bulletin board disaster, he was not ready to confront her yet. Especially not in this state.
The Scarred Man plodded onward, his head heavy and stomach in a twist.
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Scar was wandering aimlessly, subconsciously following the only path he had taken at night. He would have gone off somewhere else to look around, but he didn't feel up to it. The more he walked, the worse he felt, which did not bode well should something attack him. Maybe he could beat it to death with this light? It seemed sturdy enough. But what if it was something like that child that had attacked him and Lust the previous night? He would just have to run...
He frowned, curious as to the state of Lust's injured hand. Had it gotten worse? Or improved? What kind of unholy power existed in this wretched place? He also wondered if she would show up in the same place as the previous night. Scar hoped she went somewhere else, seeing that it was the only route he was willing to take at the moment. After the bulletin board disaster, he was not ready to confront her yet. Especially not in this state.
The Scarred Man plodded onward, his head heavy and stomach in a twist.