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"What is that thing?" Gron voiced aloud, walking back, slowly in terror as he beheld the thing inside the cell.

I...don't know," Marashoo breathed, holding his pistol at the ready. Gron could feel the man shaking hard. He himself had fallen victim to such a way.

"Inside," the creature, such a specter to behold, seemed to hiss. Its body was all black, draped in a flowing dark cloak that used no wind to billow about. Its face was hidden behind a black mask, the features of it empty and meaningless. Such a coldness came from the thing. "Inside, you come to my cell, and when you do, eaten you are. Gobbled up, gone forever, like the young girl from Arigoy...like the young man from Mosoon... children you are not, but tasty, I have no doubt."

"Attuck keeps you here as prisoner, creature?" Gron braved to ask, gripping his sword tightly. The green orbs that surrounded the beast danced about as it spoke.

"Prisoner? No... A house guest, with a purpose. What is my name? My name is I Don't Know. Neither does he. If Attuck knew of my presence here, perhaps I could taste a stronger morsel than ever before. Let him know I creep about below, in this dark place. I hunger for greater meats. And if you are feeling suicidal, then enter my cell. I'll eat your heart, your eyes, and then your soul. I need your flesh."

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"What is that thing?" Gron voiced aloud, walking back, slowly in terror as he beheld the thing inside the cell.

I...don't know," Marashoo breathed, holding his pistol at the ready. Gron could feel the man shaking hard. He himself had fallen victim to such a way.

"Inside," the creature, such a specter to behold, seemed to hiss. Its body was all black, draped in a flowing dark cloak that used no wind to billow about. Its face was hidden behind a black mask, the features of it empty and meaningless. Such a coldness came from the thing. "Inside, you come to my cell, and when you do, eaten you are. Gobbled up, gone forever, like the young girl from Arigoy...like the young man from Mosoon... children you are not, but tasty, I have no doubt."

"Attuck keeps you here as prisoner, creature?" Gron braved to ask, gripping his sword tightly. The green orbs that surrounded the beast danced about as it spoke.

"Prisoner? No... A house guest, with a purpose. What is my name? My name is I Don't Know. Neither does he. If Attuck knew of my presence here, perhaps I could taste a stronger morsel than ever before. Let him know I creep about below, in this dark place. I hunger for greater meats. And if you are feeling suicidal, then enter my cell. I'll eat your heart, your eyes, and then your soul. I need your flesh."