Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-13488655-20161114000632

"I'm sorry my dear. I wanted you to be awake for this moment." A man with medium white hair draped over his face like jagged clumps of seaweed. As her eyes started to get used to the darkness, Margrit could see him standing next to a wide variety of knives hanging on chains tied to the cielings. On the outside, he seemed like just a messy scruffy wide eyed frindly man, even speaking in a almost jolly respectful manner.

"... You remind me so much of the one that got away. I was so close. She would have been so happy... But as always, the government never considers other's happiness. We should all be free to enter the heavens..." He muttered, moving towards Margrit's left, lightly rubbing a wall with what appeared to be painted with blood, designed to look like five angels accending to heaven... Underneath them, five people  who looked as if they were gutted and stabbed several times covered in a thick layer of frost, possitioned to look like they were looking up to the sky in lifeless joy.

"... The voices are calling again... They want you to be happy too." He continued to speak, taking out  a clean machette, before walking slowly towards Margrit with twisted glee.

"You may not think it, but you'll thank me later. The others are thanking me right now. Can't you hear them?"

(How am I doing for Frostbite's character? owo )