What Happens Underground, Stays Underground

The figure nodded accordingly. "Of course."

He uncovered his sleeves, revealing ghostly white forearms and calloused hands. Afterwards, the man turned his back to me, only to demonstrate a small wooden box. He held it out and pushed it to my chest. "Hold this." As directed, I kept the item in my possession.

Narrowing my eyes, few prominent details could be seen. It was a small box, but far from anything mediocre. The box, a leathery brown color and tar scented, had striking symbols and pictures carved from every angle. In one image, there seemed to be a hasty dragon wearing a somewhat realistic and extremely noticeable talisman of some sort, and a knight in shining armor, to no avail, slays the confident beast. Another one had demonstrated a well dressed common man, comfortably seated in a bench most find at a neighborhood park. Strangely, the man had a shadow that was not of his own. The shadow was a creature of poor posture, thick, and horrid; demonstrating his malicious personality. It was surprisingly intriguing.
For moments, I couldn't keep my eyes off the magnificent little thing. Until the quite anonymous man interrupted my time of admiration.

" I see you've gained a liking for it," he mentioned, smirking.

" It is stunning," I admit.

The man began lecturing me, but the sounds were not audible to my ears. Five minutes passed, and my attention now faced the figure.

" Now that you know why you're here, you may open the box to reveal your own."

I decided not to question him on what he had lectured about. As long as I get what I want, then I'll do absolutely anything.

My throat becomes slightly dry. "Will I get my answers?"

Notes

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