Chapter 32 Deathtrap
- Gesturing to a cuboid-shaped box, "that has shelves..." He made some slicing motions horizontally.
- Determination shone brightly through his eyes. His eyebrows pinched as if he was deep in thought.
- "Hmm, and I know exactly where to get those fashioned at a reasonable price." He snapped his fingers, "Let me put something together. Could you meet with me in two days?"