"Crap" he thought
He had never expected someone would find out. He never did. In fact, no one knew about it, other than his childhood best friend, who went missing ages ago.
"Ah well, Thomas. I know how to deal with people like you." The man said. You could tell from his face that he was started to lose his patience.
"throw him in the dungeon. No not that one, HIM" he continued pointing to Thomas.
oof.
It had hurt how he had been thrown onto the cold dungeon floor, but it had still been better than he expected it to look. Your Average gray walls, gray floor, and gloomy atmosphere dungeons. What scared him the most was the scull, bones and dried blood carelessly sweeped into the corner. He pictured his wife and children crying on the grave, he wondered how they would pay the bills with him gone, so he decided that he was going to escape. The worst would happen either way, so he had to.
A few moments later
Thomas had thought about the recent incident that had occured in front of him. He tried brainstorming ideas, but no luck. It suddenly hit him. That scar...
The man walked in with a wide grin on his face. He had no clue thomas thought. Thomas took a deep breath.
"I know who you are."
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