The room was barely lit by the yellow color of the candles that were fighting to disperse the immense darkness of the land of the dead. In one of the chairs in the corner that was faintly bright was sitting Kain, with his curly dark-brown hair messy from him pulling on it again and again and his face like someone contemplating the most complicated philosophic question in the world. With narrowed eyes, he scratched his chin for the sixth time in the last half an hour while staring at the person sitting opposite him, the man who called himself Reynold.
After glancing at the redhead for about ten seconds, Kain suddenly said,
"Are you serious?"
"This is the third time you are asking this."
"I want to make sure you are not lying."
"I have no interest in lying to you. Also, the things I just said shouldn't be so unimaginable for someone who is living in The Void... Well, maybe not living..."
"...."
