Talk:Yu Dao/Abandoned Warehouse/@comment-5142966-20160316011339/@comment-17722056-20160316043113

Rahulo strolled in next, carrying a small brown sack over his shoulder and walking at a rather brisk pace. However, droplets of blood constantly feel from Rahulo's free hand despite there being no clear evidence of a cut there. He knelt down beside Haruichi, paying no notice that he appeared to now be working for someone completely different. I haven't been here very long anyway, although I'd prefer if this doesn't become a regular thing, he thought to himself.

Rahulo blood-covered hand began dripping onto the floor in front of him as he grabbed the black heart bag and began leening against a nearby collumn, observing the room and paying little if any attention to anyone else.