That thought lingered and lingered… Were they too late? The figure wore a midnight blue suit as he walked out with a tall scythe in hand—of which the long, sharp, blade gleamed in the light.
If there was ever a visage of the Reaper any of them would see, this was it. He matched the description Alicia gave. Beyond that was pale, sickly skin and some facial hair.
He stepped out, but glanced up to their direction immediately. He stared down the hallway, locking eyes with all five present… 'Why is he looking right at us…? Can he, see us!?'
"I see we have intruders," his voice started off deep and resonant. However, just as he spoke, his thin lips twisted and curled up into an unsettling grin. "Hahahha!" a much higher pitched, almost hyena-like laugh escaped his lips.
