#bigshot02

Eiden stares the pair of dual coloured lenses behind which a pair of beady eyes stares him so without any discernible sign of life that Eiden can detect. Were it not for that one night he'd bet thing ... thing here wasn't even real.

This isn't someone that Eiden would choose for help but beggars can't choose. Having been caught into trap of some sort of metal net that swooped him onto it's embrace on him because his foot happened to hit a stray traptile.

" So.. --- hey!! "

As this cryptid, that he has learnt goes by the name Spamton, turns to strut away like he never perceived anything Eiden's voice rises quick: