Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20170716145224

There was a man lying on his side, wearing Beacon's clothes, although William's couldn't see his face besides of the poor view the crack offered, so he couldn't be 100% sure it was the inventor.

The man was leaning against capsule of some kind, a smooth, sleak thing made of a  finely polished, silver metal. It seemed to be Beacon who was sobbing.