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[h1]Travis[/h1]

Travis stared down at the table, trying to silence the voices in his head. Why... why did he crave to kill someone. Vivid images of him butchering a man or swallowing the soul of someone he impaled with the blade of his chain flashed in his mind with each and every time the ghostly voices mentioned the word "Souls". Everything was so intense, and if that waitress came back, he didn't know if he could hold himself back from lunging at her with the hand scythe at her throat. 

It was just then that something had pissed her off, and spectral armour appeared on her! He wasn't the only one! However, the event put him closer to the narrow edge he was already near to, and the voices intensified yet again! Everything was so unclear... that was Garen's armour!? Right? Travis stared intensely at everyone's reactions, but the hauntings in his head was making it a lot more difficult than it needed to be. Travis couldn't focus any longer, and slammed his hands onto the table. His breathing became rapid, and his eyes dashed around like they did before too. He was panicking, and badly. If everyone's attention was on the Garen Lady, then Travis should be undetec-

THUD!



THUD!

An... orange... ghost? It put it's hand on the glass twice at the window where Travis was. The... voices were gone! Travis scolded himself. Of course they're not gone, they'll be back. But for now they're quiet. Travis weakly got out of his seat and stumbled out of the door. The ghost sped off, and Travis did follow, taking his hands out of his pocket and gripping the chain handle. He was eventually led to another guy, who seemed impatient as anything. Travis was very... VERY... cautious. [b]"Who... who are you?[/b] He asked, gripping the handle a bit tighter.