*A note appears on the boards written by an unseen hand* I make no pretense to justify my killing. Your friends would make themselves judge and jury. Very well, then. Let us see how they take to my role as executioner! Make no mistake, my beautiful friend, your time is near its painful end. Your friend has failed you, and he again will. Hide in the shadows with him, run far as you can, I will find you, I will destroy you. Can you not feel my grasp about your throat?
Dertah-The hatred of Man
Dertah-The hatred of Man
