“… 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..
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..
