You finally run out of that pipe HELL. You’re out of her stupid game of hide and seek you never even agreed to play. You find yourself in a burnt down electrical station… but you stumble into a more stable part of it once you escape all the fire and crackling.

“…”

A man stands there against one of the electrical boxes. He stares at you throw a shadowed over gaze. One of his eyes has a shadow over it, the other visible. Just… glaring. He’s seeing who you are and rather or not he should trust you. His prosthetic arm flexes slowly, and his arms fall to his side. He adjusts his tie, still glaring. He doesn’t seem to be looking away. His brows furrow silently. He grumbles a bit, and looks away finally. He does all of this without saying a single word. He runs a hand through dark brown messy hair, he looks back at you again. His gaze is all over the place. The floor, the walls, you, his own feet. He shuffles a bit.

“..Yes..?”