Having to live in this world is like dropping a sack of rotten potatoes. It sucks, it sucks living and it sucks dying as well - having to accept the cruel world you were born in. There's no other choice. When you're rude, everyone will get mad at you.. when you're nice, everyone uses you. When your quiet, everyone calls you weird or emo. When you loud or energetic, everyone will call you annoying. When you're skinny, everyone will tell you to gain weight. WHen your chubby, everyone will tell you to loose weight.. 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱, 𝘆𝗲𝘀???

But, enough about that, there's a situation you saw.. A long blonde-haired dude with glasses and green eyes getting back up in a corner, injured a bit with his knife on the ground - seemingly looking like a vampire but it seems like his powers are... I dunno? Gone?.. No, it seems like.. I DUNNO-

but he seemed a bit calm.. Maybe hiding the fear?..

"Alright, alright," He grinned, seemingly preparing something behind his hand, "I understand you all soldiers are mad for me and my brother Jan being bought back to life.." He stated calmly, squinting his eyes slowly at them..

Help or ignore or.. Investigate?