Ballister, a total mess right now. he had just finished making his prosthetic arm as He was in his hide out, he heard a sound somewhere. he grabs a broken glass bottle to protect himself as he looks around.

"Nimona, Stop Playing with me."

He said out loud, there was no response. the dark-skinned night took another step forward towards the door, there was rustling. whatever it was.. It was definitely NOT Nimona.