A sea of angry shamans…
That's what Jack was confronted with!
After seeing the recordings, they were left with bellies full of grievances that they couldn't even get rid of. Since Jack was clearly "innocent" they could only blame their bad luck.
But just as it was anger barely veiled all over, a lone lizard was the exception. Lizzy's relieved smile was so bright she eclipsed them all! As soon as he saw her, Jack headed over.
"Hehe, so you were worried about me?"
"Of course, you dumbass, I—"
She stopped herself seeing his teasing smile, grabbing him by the claw and dragging him away, their departure accompanied by the Instructor telling them that they had 3 hours.
3 hours and then it would start.
3 hours to get ready to die.
3 hours to face destiny.
Soon in a messy cave….
Forget being a Shaman, Lizzy needs to open an esthetical clinic! Lizzy's Cave: Get it all bleached: scales, tattoos, hopes, and dreams! *PS: We DO NOT cover anal bleach.