[color=#DA215F]Ryan Macfield[/color]

"[color=#DA215F]I carry one of them in a pocket.[/color]" Ryan whispered to his Doll, before pulling out a small mirror from one of his pockets. "[color=#DA215F]Shall we proceed forward?[/color]" Ryan whispered to the Doll, still wondering when to go. He could go now and try to have his Doll beat him up, or wait for the best moment to have the Doll beat them up in a surprise.