[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#7E5C65]Robert Adler[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://i.ibb.co/c8P9h0T/ezgif-com-resize.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=#7E5C65]Location:[/color][/b] Grimm, Indiana. (Tinder House)
[b][color=#7E5C65]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center] 

Robert didn't have the slighest clue of how and where they were going to vacate the premises. Too much chaos was erupting around him and his two unlikely companions in Grimm, and what was indeed happing was enough shit-fuckery than Robert was prepared to believe on a sober stomach. Geeze, after whatever this was happening, he really needed a strong drink. Robert looked back and forth over his shoulder, watching in awe as the die continued to fly after the Shadow Monster like a Bat out of Hell. [color=#7E5C65]"Just what on Earth is that die?"[/color] Robert attempted to question Mali, before he turned and realized she was booking it for the house. Why? 

Asking her about that was not meant to be, as he swore he could hear something just as unsettling as the noises made by the monster; chuckling. Robert looked up to see Adelaide standing there and watching, chuckling to herself about God wiping the town the face of the Earth. [color=#7E5C65]"If he's so insistent on doing that, why don't we get the fuck out of dodge before we go flying off to oblivian as well!"[/color] Robert shouted at Adelaide, walking up to her as he continued to make sure the monster was running away from the die. The die, which began to hammer into the monster, would have been much joy to Robert, had he not taken more interest in what was happening to Adelaide. 

She was fading away.

[color=#7E5C65]"Adelaide…Adelaide!"[/color] Robert shouted again, this time not out of anger or spite, but in geniune fear of what was happing to his land-lady. Rushing over to her, he would attempt to grab her shoulder, arms, anything in what certainly must have been a vain attempt at keeping her here. [color=#7E5C65]"Jesus fucking Christ, what's happening to you? What do we do? Mali?"[/color] Soon she was gone, and Robert would stand there clutching his head with his free hand, the other still clutching the gun. They were in deep, deep shit, and Robert was scared. Real scared, and he had no idea what to do.