Lᴏᴏᴋ, Assᴀssɪɴ! (Aʟᴍᴏsᴛ) Nᴏ Hᴀɴᴅs! «Sʟᴀʏᴇʀ»
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When Hirari's eyes finally opened, it felt as if he had been sleeping for an eternity. It was an oddly familiar feeling, but he did little to let this bother him as he raised his head and glanced about the room he was in. The place was unlike any he had ever seen before, and the moment he swung his legs off of the side of the bed and got to his feet a wave of uneasiness washed over him. There was something he was forgetting, he thought as he glanced down at the card in his free hand. The soldier began to approach the only window in the apartment, but after a few steps he finally noticed the strange red markings on the back of his hand. Before he had a chance to fully inspect them, they illuminated with a bright glow.
The markings began to ache fiercely, and he winced at the flash of light that suddenly blinded him. Hirari's head pounded with a foreign sensation, and it felt as if his energy was being sapped at an alarming rate. After a moment, he was less concerned with the spectacle unfolding before him and more concerned with the fact that his legs where threatening to collapse from beneath him.
When the light cleared, the brief bout of pain began to recede, as well. The one-armed soldier straightened and rubbed his eyes a few times for good measure. When he finally looked up, however, he was met with a strange sight. Hirari stared blankly at the sturdy figure of a man that now stood in front of him. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, then quickly narrowed. An intruder? His sword was still resting on the bed, but if the newcomer posed a threat he supposed he could easily compensate...
...he hoped, at least.
"And just who the hell are you?"