[center][h1][color=440e62]Jean Ambiphian[/color][/h1][/center]

Jean's eyes narrow as he hears the story. his suspicions are all but confrmed. It is sounds like her. No. It must be her. There can't be any other being like her. He puts down his glass and leans on the table with his elbows and Nestle his fingers together. he looks like a serious bussiness man or a man going to confess a murder.

[color=440e62]"It was nighttime and I was in the library, reading a new rare find of a book, listening to the drowning sounds of rain. I heard a knock on the front door. I went to open it and found an old gypsy eque woman. She wanted a place for the night. I turned her away in fear that she might pocket soomething and run off with it. After that, I felt light headed and though I heard a voice in my head. I decide to turn in for the night. In the bathroom, I turned into this form that so clearly disgusts you. My servants tried to help but my slimy skin doomed them to the same fate."[/color]