closed: @governcr location: alleyways of east end trigger warnings: blood
He’s exhausted.
Rubbing a hand over his face, Toshiro tries to rub sleep from his eyes. The sun has barely broken the horizon, its light still faint as the night sky departs. He;s lucky that tonight’s patrols were uneventful. A skirmish here, another there, both immediately stopped as the criminals ran at the sight of him.
Not for the first time, he wonders whether people believe him to be The Ripper.
It’s an uncomfortable thought, and he pushes it aside as soon as it appears. He checks over his shoulder, removing the cloth around his face and pocketing it. He needs to head home, slump into bed, and try to catch some sleep before he is to rise again.
He is so, so tired.
But as he slips down another alleyway, his eyes land on somebody slumped against the wall. The exhaustion parts for concern, and he rushes forward, recognition hitting as he draws closer.
Jacob Posner. They’ve shared a few conversations at the Britannia. Then there was the seance a few nights prior. But now --- now he sees the blood on Jacob’s hands.
The other man’s eyes are open --- a good sign. Toshiro slowly crouches before Jacob, careful. “Jacob --- what happened to you?”