"Don't regret this kid."
As soon as John heard those words, he felt like something cut his hand off, and reattaching it and cutting it again. The pain was so bad that John couldn't even utter a scream, he curled up in a fetal position was was shaking from the pain, "Make it stop" he tried to say but coudn't.
"I know you're probably saying to stop the pain, Can't do anything about it, haha."
Silently cursing the mysterious figure in his mind, the pain wouldn't stop, he couldn't describe the pain, he thought that he'd rather get his private parts cut off than this, the pain was that unbearable. Finally being able to mutter "You're... Doing... This... On... Purpose... Aren't... Yo-" he was cut off and the pain came back.
"Maybe, just maybe, but you need this power kid.
After a long and painful ordeal, the pain went away and his left arm was gone, he looked at it blankly, "Haah, I hope this power of yours will be worth it, old man." he says to the spirit.
"Oh don't worry, It'll help you in this world a bit, but don't depend on it too much, it'll help but it wont guarantee your life. he replies as he snaps his fingers and 3 sheets of paper appear on John's hands. Stuffing it into his pickets with his right hand, a pencil then appeared on his hand.
"That thing is coming back here, Hurry kid, you don't wanna die just yet right?" Cledereux says, and as he said that, John hears the heavy footsteps of what he now branded as "Shadows". The 'Shadow' was making its way around as John hid behind the same wall, he heard the footsteps get closer and closer.