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Grian sat among the smoking remains of his mansion, just after his breakdown.
He'd messaged Iskall85 some time ago, asking him to come over to his mansion (What was left of it, anyway) because he didn't want to be left alone and was afraid of what he might do.
He heard someone approaching and lifted his head, figuring it was his friend.
But it wasn't.
"Welsnight?"
The familiar figure laughed, a cold laugh that sounded almost metallic.
"It's Helsnight, actually." The figure corrected, stepping closer. "I'm here to help."
Helsnight offered his hand, and after some hesitation, Grian took it.