Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30744559-20170123194526/@comment-27661770-20170125223240

"And so he fucking remembers."

The game is up. Raydon Enigma, dressed in his suit and cap, with a baton at his side and now less blue eyes, strolls out of the shadows. He prefers to walk. It makes him think of home.

"Now let's see if you can recall why your brother should stay dead, shall we?"

Meanwhile...

Mike finished unpacking, and laid on a mattress in his new house. He saw some kind of tourist trap from the window. "The Mystery Shack". He'd give it a look in a few...

And elsewhere, to the biomechanoid...

The bleeding had stopped. The red swatch was taken off, glistening with still-wet blood. And oil. A few drops of oil. The damaged eye didn't glow, yet.

But that wouldn't last forever. There was more to him than it seemed...