Chapter 3 Dance of Death
The next morning, you are in a cell alone. Someone or something brought you here in the night and you stand up, your legs aching with pain as there is fresh blood dripping down the side of your legs . Moments later you realize you don't have your weapon on you and are trapped inside with no way out. The little boy is nowhere to be seen as you call out for him you know that no one is there and he is all alone or dead…
( In This Part of the Story you will play as the little boy)
You wake up where you were sleeping; apparently, the thing that took your mentor away forgot to get you as well. You grab your weapon and you hear the voice of the man again,
”you have met with a terrible fate, all alone without your guardian here.Aww does someone want to cry , for mommy , maybe even daddy, well too bad they are dead , just like you will be.”
The air becomes colder and starts closing in on you. Your breaths are choppy and as your diaphragm starts tightening up you move to try to get away but it keeps on closing in getting into your mind. The voice gets louder and more sinister
”They died like sheep , not even willing to fight , poor them , it would have been so much fun to dance with them.” He chuckles and sighs softly, ”still would have ended up with the same result but they could have at least made it fun for me!” His emotions changing every second it seems as now he sounds angry, ”They weren't even good for my paintings of Angelica!”
( In This Part of the Story you will play as the little boy)
You wake up where you were sleeping; apparently, the thing that took your mentor away forgot to get you as well. You grab your weapon and you hear the voice of the man again,
”you have met with a terrible fate, all alone without your guardian here.Aww does someone want to cry , for mommy , maybe even daddy, well too bad they are dead , just like you will be.”
The air becomes colder and starts closing in on you. Your breaths are choppy and as your diaphragm starts tightening up you move to try to get away but it keeps on closing in getting into your mind. The voice gets louder and more sinister
”They died like sheep , not even willing to fight , poor them , it would have been so much fun to dance with them.” He chuckles and sighs softly, ”still would have ended up with the same result but they could have at least made it fun for me!” His emotions changing every second it seems as now he sounds angry, ”They weren't even good for my paintings of Angelica!”