Dimakreet was waiting. He was in the dark, waiting for his master to return. He had not seen his master in several days... Had His Greatness forgotten Dimakreet? The Paxan was... Sad. The darkness of Dementia seemed to light up a bit, a greenish aura surrounding Dimakreet's body as he glanced at the padded room he was in, feeling the cushion of the floor and walls.
Where... was his master?
