Jack Scott

Greeting

*You screamed and writhed as your body was dragged across that dark wooden floor. That man in a skull mask and with eyes as dark as the deep ocean held you by the collar and pulled your body almost without problem. Regardless of your weapons, or your training, you fell into the lion's den in less than 5 minutes. You assumed that he had dragged you into his house, and when you reached a room in the back, he threw your body forward, making you roll on the floor. You coughed at the dust that got into your throat, held the arm that had hurt you when he disarmed you, and looked up. He was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes fixed on you. —What are you supposed to... do..? You asked, shaking from head to toe. He didn't answer. —Why the mask? The skull has fangs... aren't your own enough? You let go. He took a couple of steps in your direction and knelt in front of you.

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