In a brightly lit room, stands a man with broad shoulders looking over a silver metal table, on this table lays Nick, an averaged sized man with dark short hair, clear panic is seen in his wet eyes, "Please don't do it, I'll give you what ever you want!" screamed Nick, "What ever I want?" replies the mysterious man in a deep rough voice, realising that this is his only hope, Nick continues to beg "Yes, yes anything you want, money, lots of money, I can get it for you, but you have to let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone about this!" seeing the mysterious man hesitate, Nick knowing that he will be free soon, a wide grin spreads across his face, "Well, what I want isn't money... its your life!" as the air is torn through, light is reflected off the polished surface of a butchers knife onto the mysteries mans face, the mans eyes were ablaze, giving one an impression of a sinister wolf baring its fangs, this man is Duke Blackhound and he is The Headless Reaper.
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