"It's almost like he was hit by someone with a grudge."
"Cough! Cough! Cough!!" I was hooked by a dry coughing fit the moment i heard Deandra said that, the side of my face twitching quietly.
I shifted the slipping franes of my glasses, hovering my fist over my mouth.
"A-ahem. I...i see."
Someone with a grudge, huh? Yeah, close enough.
It was pure malice though.
"Ahem. D-did he say he remembers anything in particular...from that incident as a whole, i mean. Cough."
"Hmmm. No, not particularly. He said the last things he recall was a strikingly familiar devil like face with malevolent grin before he passed out. Twice, apparently. Don was under the influence of...you know, so maybe what he saw was also part of tye effect of the spell." Deandra said.
