Kreed walked into the dark room quietly and went straight to where his mother hung his father and uncle’s robes and masks, their outfits in the Black Lotus when they were still alive. He stopped right in front of where they were being hung and just began staring intently at the items. It took a few seconds for his eyes to get accustomed to the darkness of the room and his visions got better.
He looked from the robes to the Red Lotus ones he was putting on and then back at the Black Lotus ones. “The apple never falls far from the tree, does it?” He muttered to himself and then shifted his gaze to the masks, mainly focusing on his father’s than his uncle’s. Staring intently at it, he had flashbacks to what his mother told him right there in that room about the masks on the day they found h
