Darren Onyx
Fallen
The room was small. It was built that way; built to make people uncomfortable. Most interrogation rooms were. In the center of the room, just below the singular light, was a table. Sitting at the table, facing the door to the room, was Onyx.
His old cloak ripped and his armor scared and charred from all the battles he had been in. There was even a large whole at the stomach area, the place where he was killed so many years ago. He chuckled at the thought of that. "When I died..." he quietly said to himself. Yet life still had something to give him, a destiny still ahead.
He thought he knew it now, that's why he was here. He was here to talk with a old... friend.
[member="Enigma"]
His old cloak ripped and his armor scared and charred from all the battles he had been in. There was even a large whole at the stomach area, the place where he was killed so many years ago. He chuckled at the thought of that. "When I died..." he quietly said to himself. Yet life still had something to give him, a destiny still ahead.
He thought he knew it now, that's why he was here. He was here to talk with a old... friend.
[member="Enigma"]