"What the fuck is happening right now?" Ambrose's first instinct when he saw the face behind the mysterious masked person was to flee.
However, he'd barely taken two steps back when he realised they were still covered in nothing but pitch blackness. The older him arched an amused brow.
"You sure love escaping situations you can't understand." The man chuckled, placing his arms behind his back.
The cloak he wore whipped around like dark clouds as he went on. "As long as you use the system. And as long as you keep existing in this world knowing fully well that you should be dead—it's only a matter of WHEN you discover the whole truth."
Slowly, the man's voice began fading away.
Ambrose wasn't having it. "Hey!" He snapped. "If all you were going to do was speak in riddles and appear in my fucking face then you—"
