Dimitre wasn't home yet from his little hunting trip turned to a bloodbath after he killed a mercenary to save a man in a mysterious black cloak. The blood of the mercenary was still covered all over his face and drenched on cloths and hands. He was heading home, and was hoping his mother Rosaline was not there to see him this way. Dimitre was staring at his while walking cursing himself for killing someone. "Why is this bothering me. The lab taught me not to feel anything when it comes to killing your target so why do I feel like this?" He was almost home.
Subject: Dimitre's Home 
Fri Feb 12, 2016 4:58 am
