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Rahls stopped dead. What the shopkeeper had just told him filtered through his brain like a trickle of acid, scorching his mind with the feeling of terrible loss, loneliness and despair. And anger. So much anger, rage… an overwhelming desire to see what color the blood was that ran in the man’s veins. His heart burned with fury, but when he turned his head back to the shopkeeper, his eyes were as cold and heartless as that of someone who has died.

“And how…” he asked quietly, “Do we use these dolls…?”

He knew before he said it that he had walked into a trap. Though, whether or not what the shopkeeper said was true or not, Rahls would do anything to see to it that he got to his sister alive. Selfish a wish though it might be, he wasn’t beyond sacrificing his own sanity, his own life to see it come true. Of course, the things he would be sacrificing here would apparently be other people. He was far from confident, though. Grief and pain alike roared through his body. It was amazing how such few simple words from the shopkeeper could change him that much, but it was of no concern to him. If he saw nothing but enemies standing in the room with him, so be it. To see his sister again, he would willingly submit himself to being this man's pawn.