[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Boston Heights [/center]

Felix listened to the last snippets of this terrifying story with a subdued smile, trying to make it look sympathetic but he was all too excited for more source material. He'd have to go visit this place, it seemed like if he had hands on experience there, perhaps no one would object if he wrote a novel about it? Of course, he had this to get tied up first, and the clues were running dry, he had what he had but he wasn't getting any further here.

All he could see between the two people left was some kind of broken history? Defintely the tragedy, but it seemed like they were friends before then or perhaps not, who knew? 

[color=39b54a]"That sounds like a greusome time...apologies, I never had to experience such a thing in my past, so I'm not exactly sure how to react"[/color] He finished with a warm smile. [color=39b54a]"You wouldn't happen to have anything to drink would you? I'm parched"[/color]