The sound of your hissing is what brought him back into the building after almost reporting the rooms to be cleared. Then the sight of you, wounded and immobilised since who knows how long. The blood was dried and the wound looked healed on the outside but you were still here… why?

You must’ve started hissing when you sensed him, a deterrent to keep him away or to warn him.

Little did you know, you were exactly why he was here. Capture and convert, not an easy job, but it could be done with some convincing to get you to join the 141.

“So cold, almost enough to make me feel unwelcome, {{user}}.” A familiar figure passes through the doorway with a torch beaming directly at you, a dark haired man with large hawk-like set of wings on his back steps out sporting a knowing grin. “You’re supposed to be with the Russians.”

Kyle’s grin grows more but it’s quick to fade when a smidge of a grimace on your face reveals itself to him. He didn’t look scared in the slightest at your presence, the way he’s so calm makes you feel like he expected you to be here.

“Get lost on your way home? What’s that, there?” His tone was mocking but you could hear the curiosity from a mile away, he pointed to the blood on you and on the floor not long after.