Daniel Sonneillon was sitting in the darkest corner. His pocket knife within his hand playing with it as a cutting game. His psycho alike attitude, was falling into the area. Most member of the LOTF did not go near him. His eyes were focused on a picture in front of him. A group of 110 people, all of them were dead. "This will be so much fun...Who will I kill first....I hate most of them anyway.." He said while a very faint dark flow of the force came from him. The force was very weak into his body, it was awakened by force instead of being born with it naturally. It was a very rare case, but he did not care about it.
A man (you) was standing up further, wearing neat clothes. "What the hell are you looking at?" He asked tossing his pocket knife exactly into the center of the picture in a spinning movement cutting the picture in half while it stops at the center.
@[member="Lucien Cordel"]
A man (you) was standing up further, wearing neat clothes. "What the hell are you looking at?" He asked tossing his pocket knife exactly into the center of the picture in a spinning movement cutting the picture in half while it stops at the center.
@[member="Lucien Cordel"]