Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Wendigo powers, hm?" Ronin raises an eyebrow at Remi and tries another sip of coffee, despite it not having cooled down even a little bit. "I'll have to start keeping a separate file for you. I bet Dr. Lockwood would love to hear all of these secrets you're sharing with me," he drawls, before his expression abruptly sobers up. "I don't have one, obviously," he adds, in case Remi is worried. "A file on you, I mean."
About to ask who Remi's assistant is supposed to be when he introduces the prospect of fetching the good doctors a souvenir, Ronin can't help but brighten. "You know, they say that handmade gifts are better received," he says. "We could make them a little stuffed wendigo. You know, to keep them company since you aren't there."
About to ask who Remi's assistant is supposed to be when he introduces the prospect of fetching the good doctors a souvenir, Ronin can't help but brighten. "You know, they say that handmade gifts are better received," he says. "We could make them a little stuffed wendigo. You know, to keep them company since you aren't there."
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
