Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180419153223/@comment-33672197-20180420195644

(Well, I'll just do that then.)

Rolf wandered around the building, trying to get used to it's layout and see what it may have to offer. The whole thing gave him chilling memories of Catchuka's Den and the horrors that had gone on there. Even if it was so long ago, it was all still so fresh in his mind. That timid man, Jeremy... How he tried his best to protect him but failed to in the end. The drunkard, Zachary... Who he still didn't understand his motives for wanting to be there. Molten Freddy... That awful abomination.

They were all just memories now. Rolf was pretty sure he might never seem them again.