Murfemra
The Boy With no Wings
Murfemra was left standing at the corner with eyes wide in shock. He looked at the microchip and pocketed it not knowing how to use it. He quickly hurried to the catacombs entrance, opened the doors, then hurried in, creating a bit of light from his fingertips for light. Once he had made it down into the catacombs, he slowed his pace, trying to be more quiet. Murfemra knew full well that HE was expecting someone to come. Murfemra only hoped that the being did not suspect him...