To Feed the Worm God

[Noth Squadron]

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Light metallic clinking heralded Kendrick Walter's arrival, though he preferred the name "Four". Having a number removed both the past and personality attached to a name, things he didn't need.

The more psychically inclined could feel the constant malevolent shadow that hung over him, either from his own mind or from the mind that claimed him as both pawn and rival. Famous or infamous, oh champion mine, either brings competition.

However, for those more grounded in reality, his perfectly silent walking had led to more than enough spooks and startles. Not something you want to have in a room where everyone is armed. Therefore, he'd picked up a habit of flipping a butterfly knife around. It gave his hands something to do, it gave his brain something to learn, and it gave people a heads-up.

Another, worse sensation: he was here. Four wasn't sure where, but he was certain that Nikolaus Strauss, the Devil in the flesh, was somewhere here on Basel Rock. It felt like the walls were laughing at him. More pressing matters caught his attention, though, as he found a table that he was supposed to be at was already occupied. Were they overly punctual, or was he just late? His voice was slightly raspy due to not actually having spoken for nearly a month now.

"Cold as hell in here."

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