A Mystical Adventure
You decide to turn away despite the man's request before. He must've been in prison for that long for a reason...perhaps he was lying to you when he said he was framed.
You hear a voice whispering, and all the sounds from the cheering crowd are drowned out. You recognize the whispers of the man, but the language he uses is strange. His voice is suddenly silenced as the sound of an axe splitting flesh tears through the air. A sudden chill ovecomes you, and you begin to make your way out of the village, scratching at your neck as an itch begins to form.
You frown as you draw back your hands. The itching never ceased, and blackened blood coats your fingers. You look around desperately, spotting a broken mirror nearby. As you gaze into it, your stomach churns as you see that a thin wound is beginning to grow on your neck.
You shake your head, unable to believe what you were seeing. But as you watch it, the wound starts to fester around the edges, the blood that leaks from it turning black from the disease.
You want to run to the doctor to get it fixed, but you remember that you're supposed to be in prison...Shaking your head, you begin to run out of the place, your heart pounding frantically as more blackened blood runs down your neck.
You hear a voice whispering, and all the sounds from the cheering crowd are drowned out. You recognize the whispers of the man, but the language he uses is strange. His voice is suddenly silenced as the sound of an axe splitting flesh tears through the air. A sudden chill ovecomes you, and you begin to make your way out of the village, scratching at your neck as an itch begins to form.
You frown as you draw back your hands. The itching never ceased, and blackened blood coats your fingers. You look around desperately, spotting a broken mirror nearby. As you gaze into it, your stomach churns as you see that a thin wound is beginning to grow on your neck.
You shake your head, unable to believe what you were seeing. But as you watch it, the wound starts to fester around the edges, the blood that leaks from it turning black from the disease.
You want to run to the doctor to get it fixed, but you remember that you're supposed to be in prison...Shaking your head, you begin to run out of the place, your heart pounding frantically as more blackened blood runs down your neck.