Thunder, Loud and booming like the beat of a foreboding drum. However, It was no more to him then a hinted reminder of just where he was. As the large building loomed before him. Familiar in it’s dilapidated stone and concrete.
『❛ What a fucking dump... ❜』 Frank snorted miserably to himself from behind the mask. Blood caked and bandaged finger tips brushing against the large doors gently as he craned his neck to get a better view of the place. It was obvious the building had seen some changes since his past visits. The lights within no longer as blinding with their low audible hum as they used to be.
It almost made him miss the florescence. However never as much as he missed the hyena like maniac within. Dragging forth his hunting knife, he tapped it roughly upon poles and counters alike. Anything that would cause a large echo so resound and announce his presence.
『❛ Wonder if he’s even fuckin’ home.. ❜』
026 // 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖 -- @mlndseye