Killing. That had been hard, for once in his life, taking a life had been hard. Tracking the former scientist down, getting any information he could about what was going down, it had taken months. And now, standing over the body, Yggdrasil couldn’t help but feel.. Defeated, in a way. He expected more from this, not just the click of a trigger and the end of his hunt. He could use the information he had gotten to start his tracking of another retired lab rat - but what was the use doing that now? His fun was over, his hunt was over, the only thing he could do was go back to his temporary hotel room and watch TV until the next nightfall, when he could get on his way.
Stepping away from the corpse slightly, Yggdrasil couldn’t help but wait. He crouched to the ground, almost as if he was a baseball umpire, and waited. Something would happen, wouldn’t it? Surely it would have to happen, someone would come, the body would do something, it couldn’t be this boring of a day.
He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep until he heard the slight sound of a footstep.
Jolting from his perch and to his feet, Yggdrasil took a quick step back and drew his pistol. Better safe than sorry - just who was here with a corpse and a monster? Taking a quick look over the newcomer, Yggdrasil’s hold on the weapon slacked ever so slightly.
“The fuck are you here for and the hell are you doing?” He left out the obvious question of who are you - asking that question early on ruined the suspense, crushing his chances of getting that feeling if things went sour.