Stairwell near the Medical Wing
[Stomping from here]
Flicking on his flashlight, Aya started to determinedly descend towards the first floor. His steps were measured and even calm, not portraying the hurry he felt within. Today had been full of mistakes, stupidity and disasters after another. Whatever was in store for the rest of the night - he was preparing himself for the worst. He had lived in the past seven years through more than three different teams, several suspicious organizations and killed under the command of four more or less faceless men. The little believe he had got for luck, as Ran, had been slowly ground away to the slimmest of glimmer that had finally been blown away in Koua academy. The day wasn't done yet. With some luck it could have went down calmly.
But as it was, he did not believe in luck.
Snorting sharply to himself, he stepped into yet another dark hallway. Without waiting around, he continued on his way down the hallway. Damn Kikyo. Damn Weiss. And first of all, Damn this cursed place. He felt tired of it.
Flicking on his flashlight, Aya started to determinedly descend towards the first floor. His steps were measured and even calm, not portraying the hurry he felt within. Today had been full of mistakes, stupidity and disasters after another. Whatever was in store for the rest of the night - he was preparing himself for the worst. He had lived in the past seven years through more than three different teams, several suspicious organizations and killed under the command of four more or less faceless men. The little believe he had got for luck, as Ran, had been slowly ground away to the slimmest of glimmer that had finally been blown away in Koua academy. The day wasn't done yet. With some luck it could have went down calmly.
But as it was, he did not believe in luck.
Snorting sharply to himself, he stepped into yet another dark hallway. Without waiting around, he continued on his way down the hallway. Damn Kikyo. Damn Weiss. And first of all, Damn this cursed place. He felt tired of it.