Lord Gasta

"Who's there?" 

The scraggly thin tall man asked in a bellicose tone while his widened eyes were insanely creepy. With those eyes, he could scare anyone! 

He then left the table full of potions with mist like faint smoke coming out of their tips. 

Cold sweat accumulated around the fat rat's face as he hid behind a small box while being seriously nervous. The fat rat swallowed hard as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching in his direction. 

He was a familiar, so even if he died, it would only send him to the familiar world to rest. But he could still die. Who knows what this creepy guy right now was capable of?

His heart raced nervously. It was okay. How could a scraggly man whose legs were paper thin could even pursue him? 

Tak. Tab.