Mr. E was...something else. Bjorn wasn't entirely sure the Famine Queen was looking at him with a smile or not. He also wasn't sure if the lackadaisical attitude towards the missing workers was a good idea given what had been happening. Nonetheless, he had been given a task, and now he was duty-bound to finish it.
At least he had a nice sturdy looking van to transport whatever was in that box. He had no desire to take a peak; he had seen enough of Famine clan to get an idea of what would happen if he tried.
For instance, it might blow up. Just like the creature he had tried to swerve to avoid hitting. Some run amok experiment no doubt. Now the van was trashed, and his head hurt something fierce.
HP: 25
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Crossroads
This is Halloween Crossroads
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