A Familiar tune
It was a calm and quiet day at the Hellsing manor, and not much was happening. Niki was walking through the large home, feeling a little bored, when her pace soon slowed to a stop at an intersection of hallways. She turned to look down one hall that lead to one of the kitchenettes. “Is that...singing?” Her head tilted.
She started following the melodic sound, quickly realising that she recognised the words as her mother’s native tongue. Who else would know how to speak Irish?? She thought. Niki finally arrived at the door of the small kitchen, and carefully pushed it open. Who she found was certainly surprising. “John??”
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