[SP-F7] The Den of Evil

[Ren 0]

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The Den of Evil

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Days... weeks... months... passed since our little grey wolf made any connection with the “outside worldâ€. Everything around him kept blooming at a alarming rate, though for some unknown reason the man was pushed back from his progress, he was stagnating. Maybe he already found what he was looking for, although nothing was for sure. Desperation probably caught up with him, the mere thought of being trapped in a virtual world drove the man to unthinkable actions.

The man who first logged inside the game couldn’t even think about taking another person’s life, though spending time in an world like this managed to change our young lad. Due to his intense training at the Dojo, the silver-haired man became accustomed with isolation. Thus, he chose to linger here a bit more... between the mountains, in a cold and forgotten place where he may finally rest and forget about this game.

[Ren 0]

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One day per month he snuck down from those towering mountains so that he may purchase those usual supplies, from a NPC which traveled alongside the road. After a while it became a dull routine, though in this specific day, something was about to change.

It was nine in the morning, the sun was still slumbering beneath the mountains, and the NPC was about to arrive nearby our protagonist. A grey and eerie hood concealed the silver-haired man’s face, whilst a robe covered up his blade and muscular frame. With both arms crossed and back leaned against a tree, Ren patiently waited for the NPC to arrive.