03-11-2016, 07:19 PM
Held sigh, Giant places the key on the hook. There's no lightning, no acid-- but all can hear the rustling noise of nuts and bolts in action and a few seconds later a loud clank echoes in the distance.
[IC] Chapter 1-4: Cellars of Hate
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