Submission

It was after his meeting with the 'Ripper', that Dagramir began to fear for those close to him... He tried everything in his power to keep them safe, and that's exactly what he thought he had done by taking Francheska to Combe, to hide her in a derelict house. Time passed, and Francheska was safe. He would regularly come to check up on her, at least twice a day, to get her food, supplies and anything she needed. But this was where he had made his second mistake... On his usual trip up, he frowns slightly, seeing the candle that was usually bright, rather dim. He shrugs, thinking that she had just gone for a sleep, as she had been rather weak since he hid her there.

Once he reached the house, Dagramir goes to unlock the door, but frowns instead, seeing it creak open slightly as he touched it. He steps in slowly, a large gulp taking place, as he walks in. As soon as he sees the face, he drops to his knees, letting out a noise that could be mistaken for the sound of a wounded animal. Dagramir rips down his hood, and slams a fist into the ground, his eyes closing tight shut. He lifts his hands up, and buries his face into them for a few moments, before looking up and matching the gaze of the ominous face staring down at him. He glares, screaming out, "What do you want?!", but he already knows the answer...

Dagramir soon finds himself with a large ultimatum on his hands, and he knows what he must do... He just shakes his head, letting a slight tear form in his eye, he wipes it away soon enough, before standing slowly. He begins to murmer, as if he was sending a message to Francheska, "...I'm sorry...", he slowly says, knowing full well what she would want him to do. He then turns away from the face, and pulls up his hood, a darker side taking hold of his mind.

He knows what he must do...