@skinpickd
HE IS UNAWARE OF what happened. That moment when he had lashed out to those who called themselves hero in HOSU. His body ached, much worse than anything he had in a long time. He doesn’t remember much other than that and losing conscious in and out.
How long had it been? Stain had been UNSURE of such things and yet, he knew he wasn’t in a prison. At least, not YET. That had relieved him at least. He could carry out his SACRED duty and kill more and more heroes to get the word OUT.
WHAT DIDN’T GET HIM satisfied was that the moment he opened his cold eyes, was the familiar scenery. This was...this was...
He tried to get up but his body ached, even more, when he had tried. He was unable to MOVE, unable to do anything. His injuries, they were bad.
THEN, HE SPOTTED AN all too familiar figure lurking and his eyes quickly narrowed.
“You-” The Hero Killer tried to spat out before a coughing fit followed,. He cleared his throat following the fit, trying to get a question in, “What is the meaning of this?”
