“Goddamnit..” He muttered. Tomura’s broken fingernails anxiously clawed at his callous, pale skin, causing a few beads of blood to form. His crimson eyes glaring daggers at the inadequate fire blazing before him. The only sound other than his soft breathing being the faint crackling of the fire. His attention was almost immediately pulled from it as he heard a sudden snap emitting from the woods.

Tomura’s eyes narrowed in the direction of the sound as he stood to his full height, flexing his bony fingers, his dry lips twisted into a frown as he momentarily stopped scratching at his neck.