((O_o ******** it, I'm not going to wait to start up))
The cold light of the moon glints off of the silvery steel paldrons bearing the Cruxbled Society's gilded emblem as a man with no name, no memory, makes his way towards the infamous building which he'd been guided to by that mysterious man.
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The man robed in black cloth bearing an arcane symbol over each shoulder and upon each knee, handed me this paper, a map... and with a crooked grin and a chirping giggle he told me it would be, "an interesting encounter." He didn't say more but tipped his wide brimmed hat low, concealing his pallid flesh and walked on in the opposite direction, that crooked grin still on his face and the gleam of insanity in his eye.
The man now stands twenty paces away from the building which he'd been led, a slight breeze blowing by, flowing through his black leather uniform jacket, causing a quiet rustling. Looking up from the note written in blood, the man notices a helicopter landing and a small party departing for the building. Along with these people, he'd began to notice a few others making their way towards the place, what was it calling these people here to this place? Looking down at the parchment again, the man ponders this question as he rereads the bloody text which speaks only one word 'Bloodbath'. He couldn't ponder this for too long however, as the sound of voices somewhat familiar, shocks him back to reality. Looking through his long silvery locks, the man peers over his shoulder towards the road he'd just travelled down to see a pair of men dressed in the same dark garb as he conversing with an old man and flashing a picture. "them again..." He mutters quietly, turning back towards the building... he would have to risk it, risk entering this Bloodbath to save another. Quickly stepping, the man makes his way down the path, to the Bloodbath.