Alone and weary, Leonard decided to visit the new Talonia. An isolated village by a waterfall. It was peaceful and yet so mysterious. Something that could represent Leonard's inner self. But all the while his dark tattoo seers in pain. Signalling that darkness lurks in this place. However, everywhere he went, Leonard felt the pain. Was darkness and evil everywhere? Or could it be that it is not what's around him, but it was inside him.
At this point, Leonard was well aware of his darkness and what it can do. He was afraid of it, but didn't know what to do. Which is why he keeps to himself from time to time, because certain things might cause it to come out. During this still, quiet, eerie night, Leonard strolled the village, looking for a place to stay, or any establishment he can enter. He stumbled upon a bar. At first, he looked through the window and noticed that not much was inside. Almost no one to be exact.
He entered through the door and a bell rang as he opened it, alerting the bartender who looked at him while wiping a glass with a white cloth. He approached the bar, sitting on one of the stools and leaned on the table, asking for a drink.
He was given the bottle and a glass. Everything was beginning to calm down. He might even spend the night here. But nothing is as it seems where ever Leonard is... He could feels eyes fixed on him. Gazing... Observing... Who could they be? What could they want?
At this point, Leonard was well aware of his darkness and what it can do. He was afraid of it, but didn't know what to do. Which is why he keeps to himself from time to time, because certain things might cause it to come out. During this still, quiet, eerie night, Leonard strolled the village, looking for a place to stay, or any establishment he can enter. He stumbled upon a bar. At first, he looked through the window and noticed that not much was inside. Almost no one to be exact.
He entered through the door and a bell rang as he opened it, alerting the bartender who looked at him while wiping a glass with a white cloth. He approached the bar, sitting on one of the stools and leaned on the table, asking for a drink.
He was given the bottle and a glass. Everything was beginning to calm down. He might even spend the night here. But nothing is as it seems where ever Leonard is... He could feels eyes fixed on him. Gazing... Observing... Who could they be? What could they want?