@deathguarding / ( sc )
There’s a lot to be taken in, arriving in this place. He had been in a daze for the most part, as he stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. His whip had been taken from him, as well as all of his weapons, and Richter had felt...
Powerless.
Powerless from having his things taken away from him, powerless from ( once again ) unable to stop whatever plan was in store for him. It wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world, but he couldn’t let anyone see or feel that. He couldn’t let anyone take advantage and exploit that, at all. With his arms crossed, the good hunter heaved a sigh as he closed his eyes, holding onto the pathetic replacement of a weapon.
“Really, what’s the point of taking my things away? That won’t stop me at all.”
Because, you know, punching his way out of this place is still an option.













