Not a place he’d have chosen to be, but a horde of ghosts swarming and descending from the wood-works had forced his hand and a tactical retreat. His skin crawled with the expectation any sound might signal an attack. So troublesome...
And what’s more - ahead, there was the howls of a familiar voice. One which he knew from before Hive, which he’d crossed paths with since, and disappeared without a trace. And of course had history with his current guise.
‘You have got to be kidding me...’
Daring to tread further, rings clasped in a clenched fist, Gaillard ventured around the corner - to find the culprit trying to scare away the bats fluttering around in search of a meal. The idiot wasn’t going to get himself out of a jam this way...
“Why are you standing around? Do you want them to suck your blood, Ishida Naoki?”