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Just as peace was thought to finally have arrived, and Bradly could finally contemplate with himself on a survival plan, oddly enough someone flew directly through the ceiling. Bradly covered his face while he pushed himself back to make the chair fall on the ground as he rolled himself on his feet, the reckless person dropping down where the chair would've been standing if Bradly didn't move away.. Sheesh, isn't there anything on this world that doesn't leave me alone? Trying to work on a survival plan here. He examined the person who didn't seem to be moved or damaged at all from that stunt.

And if that wasn't weird enough, it turned even more weird. The question that rolled from the strangers mouth was quite odd. Demon army? Yeah, this guy is mentally ill... Though that doesn't explain his entrance. Tsch, it's as if from the moment I woke up I am confronted with choices. After staring for quite some time, Bradly rose up form his kneeling position, his blue eyes scanning the area one more time. Something strange was going on, and he needed answers, but it was debatable that the stranger would give those answers. Not, unless Bradly would agree with his odd question. Even if his body language would show confidence, Bradly's mind was quite the opposite. It confused him, the town was in a rubble, then out of the blue a person appears in front of him and asks him to join the 'Demon Army'?

"You must've hit your head too damn hard. Demon army? There are no such things." But something told Bradly he was wrong on that part, yet he did not need to give in to a person that just asks something in a demanding voice. Al right, what are my options. Fleeing suits me just fine, but he'll probably chase me if I dared flee the scene. Then there is accepting his offer, but I'd rather keep my mind sane, for now. Bradly folded his arms, waiting for whatever response came first.