Quiescent ◌ Zijam
The night had been long and harsh for Zitao who had blisters on his feet and held his bleeding side. The terrorshift had not gone through completely as only his eyes had gone completely black and his teeth pointed into a terrifying set of ripping molars. Maybe he was a few centimeters taller as he ran through the rain storm to the nearest safe spot he could think of; a small hotel for the supernatural that he had been introduced to by Thomas not too long ago.
He fell inside after he had managed to get in and coughed up some blood. The arachnid behind the counter barely blinked at the scene as the alien managed to get up and slammed a bloodied credit card on the counter for a room. Long white hair falling over his dirty face and some drool mixed with crimson running from the corner of his mouth as he trembled. He asked the lady behind the counter to call a number and request them to come here- he would pay extra because he did not know if he would be able to stay awake long enough.
And so it was that @jamie-ia would get a call from an unknown number and speak with a spider lady. “Hello? Mister Jamie Ara’unai? There is a bleeding and dying man here who requested your assistance with some wounds, his name is Zitao and he asked me to call you because he was not sure if he would be able to stay awake. He is at the address send to you by text in room 109. See you soon.”









