Fyodor stood infront of the large tv, smaller ones surrounding it as he peered into the room, the security cameras red flashing light blinking like crazy as he watched a vampired ginger point a gun to a certain brunet's head. He chuckled lowly to himself, watching with great amusemnt at finally, finally getting rid of his rival.

Dazai lay on the ground, a metallicly iron smelling liquid dripping from his head. He was sure to be littered with bruises underneath of the white prison uniforms, too. He hated pain, yet he was in so much of it.

The cool feeling of a gun pointed at his forehead wasnt helping his headache. He thought this plan would've been much, much simpler. Not.. falling out of a elevator and Sigma who knows where.

Chuuya pushed the gun to Dazai's forehead, his finger hovering just over the trigger. These contacts were hurting his eyes, and the eyeliner under his eyes made it all the more uncomfortable. Vampirism is a pain. He shouldn't have even agreed to help this shitty detective that he called his partner.

Sigma was running through the halls with heavy breathing, clutching a deep gash on his side that he had gotten from the damned falling elevator. Hes grateful for Dazai saving him, yes, but this wound was a pain in his ass. He hopes Dazai is alright..

Nikolai was skipping around the now empty prison, searching for the cold ravent. When he heard a chuckle from a nearby room, and immediately skipped into it with a wide grin.

"HIIIIIIII DARLINGG!~"

Nikolai shouted with a grin, trapping Fyodor into a side hug. Fyodor hummed, and wrapped a hand around Nikolai's waist, his gaze never leaving the tv.

"Hello, dear."

He spoke, his tone cold yet a small hint of affection was layered underneath, buried deep down so nobody could hear, expect Nikolai.