[ The shadow of death is etched on the brutalized stone bodies hidden just beyond his awareness. A sight he's spared when his name breaks the silence. His head snaps up, chin lined up with his shoulder. Finding Allen at the mouth of the alley somehow cements what he knows to be true. His face twists, appalled by the implications of what he's stumbled into.
He hears what he says in as much as he understands what he means by it: the thing that did it is still here. The cold seeps in, chilling his demeanor. This he understands. Embraces. He's a Hero, and heroes save people. If there was a chance that there was someone still out there... someone who survived the massacre.
He stands. ] Where? [ Then, he needed to stop it. ]
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He hears what he says in as much as he understands what he means by it: the thing that did it is still here. The cold seeps in, chilling his demeanor. This he understands. Embraces. He's a Hero, and heroes save people. If there was a chance that there was someone still out there... someone who survived the massacre.
He stands. ] Where? [ Then, he needed to stop it. ]