Overworld Distractions (Rin's point of view)

Death and Fear

My conscious was confused. My eyes couldn't adjust. I felt different. We all looked at each other in fear. Anna and Laulch hugged each other in fear. Nowone started to freak out, which I found to be funny. Ally was in horror. In a flash, we all ran in different directions. I started heading into the Graveyard. I found myself between three coffins. I tried to sit, but I fell backwards into the depths of Hell. I quickly got up, looking for someone to help me. I ran to the throne to find a man dressed in a dark cloak, looking at me with his intimidating eyes. He immediately jumped from his throne and put his sword to my chin. "What are you doing here, mortal? This is no place for the likes of you..." I stayed there, silent. "Speak up peasant, or face the wrath of the King of Hell." I stood there, motionless. "You're asking for a death wish, you idiot." In anger, I punched him in the face, kicked his sword out of his hand and grabbed the scythe behind me. "Shut the hell up, fool." I said, in a dark tone. He was startled. "Weaklings like you talk smack and don't finish an opponent off. No wonder I was able to do this." "You shall play for what you've done!" He cried. "So, asking for mercy? I won't give..." I'd cut his throat and walk out. My first murder, and it felt sweet.