“… So you finally recognized me.. How thoughtful of you. Took you long enough.”
.. *slam*… The vault door was closed by an unknown entity.. to what “ren” thought, really. It was dim, so this was his territory, he could do whatever he wanted, without any consequences..
“… Left corner of the room, right hand covering your mouth as your legs are being pinned to your chest… I told you already… it’s p o i n t l e s s.”
Suddenly, ren was grasp by what seemed like a large hand, formed from the very shadows.. or entity’s he sees all around Samson now, lifting him in front of him.. as the grasp was deathly tight..
