Jun 26, 2016
@idontkill
Today’s a good day to kill, he thinks, and this city is just filled to the brim with randos that’ll do the trick.
It’s late at night, and he’s in one of the sketchier districts. He’s learned pretty quickly which parts of this city are gonna be his home turf, and which parts he isn’t gonna touch, not even with a mile-long pole.
The wooden sword he has sucks, and is nothing at all like the way the First Blade felt in his hands, but it’ll do the trick. He’s Dean. He could kill someone with his bare hands if he wanted to.
He’s in the middle of tailing a lone NPC down an alleyway, blade at the ready, when he stops and turns his head over his shoulder. He gets the feeling he’s being followed.
