Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20191004014746/@comment-32932951-20191010124745

One of the arrows wasn't an easy thing to give up, but he'd do it in a heartbeat if it meant he could acheive true anonymity. So many years pent up in small hotels across Italy with only paranoia and frustration to keep him company. The only thing that got him anywhere in life were the arrows, responsible for his stand, responsible for Passione...

Diavolo fishes out one of the arrows on him and begrudgingly hands over one of the six existing arrows.