Killer was casually sitting on the roof of Grillby’s, a good collection of beers beside him as he laid on his back in the heavy snow, staring up at the rocks lacing the roof of the mountain covering him. He sighed, tsking softly as he swayed his feet over the ledge, his boredom mounting.

To be fair, he’s had nothing to do for months now. Weeks of endless silence- all by his own doing of course- but still. He was bored damnit.