Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20181223005026

Kheiro stared blankly at the empty wreckage. He suddenly looked very weary. Splotches of red began to express themselves through his uniform.

Kheiro pulled back his hood, exposing a head of shorn brown hair. "The time for tricks has ended." He reached up and, with a delicate hand, unfastened his mask, before tucking it in his cloak.

When Kheiro spoke next the air grew hot. Not from the fire, but oppressively muggy, like a swamp.

"I know you're nearby, William." His voice was smooth like caramel, and sweet. Sing-song, full of longing, and warmth. A mother's touch. A first kiss. Bed after a hard day of work. A good meal. "This doesn't end like you think it does.  There's no escaping me.  Not this time."