After the raid, Aisengod's associates dispersed due to other things on their agenda, leaving him all alone. He had been seperated from Venorik, and the rest of his comrades. This causing him to become extremely paranoid. Was he trully the only one who made it out alive from the raid?
For weeks and weeks, he couldn't sleep. He could hardly blink. Scared awake. His only present fear now that the enemy toyed with him, watching him like a hawk from afar. Waiting for the perfect time to strike. Other than the occassional walk during the most populated times of the day, Aisengod never left his house, kept his windows boarded up so now one could look in on him and so he could attempt to sleep, without the urge to get up and stick near a window, watching back and waiting as well.
Footsteps. Someone got into his house and walked all through the first floor of his house. Aisengod froze in the middle of doing sit-ups. Not a single word escaped his mouth, or a single thought intrude in his mind. How anyone could enter his boarded up, dark, house he couldn't figure out.
Immediately rising to his feet, Aisengod walked softly to the stairwell, looking downstairs. The light of a candle could be seen coming from the living room, kitchen area. He made his way down the stairs and peeked his head around the corner.
There stood a man, five feet seven inches, short, spikey black hair, toned body, white cotton-like material shirt, and black sweatpants with a red stripe going down them. His hands worked with something, his body blocked the view.
"......What are you doing....?" Aisengod mustered up the courage to ask the million dollar question.
"I was wondering when you were going to come down Aisengod." The strange man replied as he brought the gatlin crossbow close to the candle to see the still present imperfections that caused bad accuracy and jammings.
Aisengods paranoia just skyrocketed and a chill came over his body. His worst fear had come alive. And it was repairing his broken crossbow.
"Calm down, you're sending off the worst vibes I've ever felt." The man spoke, turning his head to see Aisengod. "And look at yourself you're a wreck. It was the raid wasn't it? It's effects are kicking your ass aren't they."
Aisengod could not find the right words to say to the man that spoke his very mind. Except for one question. "What's your name?"
The man chuckled and turned to face him fully. ".........." The man's mouth lipped his name but Aisengod could not hear the words.
"What?" Aisengod asked as he walked closer to him.
"I said......" The man's voice trailed off again.
Something kept Aisengod from hearing the man's name. It made him think. This had to have something to do with the book he stole from the castle. The book of S.O.T.E must have had some magic type properties to it, that drove anyone except it's rightful holder insane. But, Aisengod had misplaced the book in his own house.
Aisengod closed his eyes tight and shook his head. Once he opened them again, he could no longer see the man. Aisengod became alone again.