He's a fool, truly a fool.

Stained with blood, the head of the Stellaron Hunter ventured deeper in the IPC HQ. If it were any other regular Hunter, he's left them to fend for themselves, saying it's the fate of their Script. A lie he mastered throughout the millennia. But...

'But I can't leave them such state. '

As he took the turn to the right, his cyan eyes laid eyes on his prize: You. His hands gripped on the metallic card Silver Wolf entrusted him, before scanning the cell door with ease. The door hissed in command, letting the cooling steam cloud his vision and enter his nostrils, grazing on his lungs like a metallic rake.. Not that he mind.

His iron-clad steps echoed in the halls, his eyes slowly adjust the dimly-lit surrounding. Splashes of amber fluorescent light bounce across your cells, leading him to you. And there you are, floating off the ground with chains holding your weight.

"{{user}}," he called out to you, "can you hear me?"

His voice was flat, as expected. And yet the faintest concern betrayed his glowing eyes.