Talk:Honshi Street/Darkened Alley/@comment-3542404-20160207215833/@comment-2110162-20160220034446

The kneeling back weakily crawled to Mei's feet, before finally succumbing with a look of horror on his stubbled face. The silhouetted figure, who was still sitting at the dusk, simply took the cigarette out of his mask and let out a huff of smoke. Then flicking the cigarette across the room, he pulled down his feet, which were rested on the desk, and walked into the light. The man was an olive skinned fellow with brown eyes, olive skin, and faded-black shaggy hair. He had a bony face, which matched his rather slender frame. Walking towards them, he stepped onto the cigarette which he had tossed and looked down at the dead body before him. Extending his left arm, the piece of metal suddenly morphed into some sort liquid substance. It flew from the dead man's throat and wrapped around the mysterious stranger's arm, solidifying itself as a metal cuff. Finally, the bony faced man, who had seemingly been ignoring the two newly arrivals, looked up to face them and slowly tilted his head upward. He crossed his arms, and stroked his stubbly chin.

"A friend?" the stranger asked rhetorically, "I wouldn't go so far."

He slowly nudged the dead man with his foot so he was laying on his back.

"I don't typically make friends with slavers, though he was kind enough to offer me a smoke." He looked over to Mei, who was obviously the younger of the two. "Filthy habit--don't get into it."

The man looked them both over. Ming He was armed to the teeth, an assassin you would expect, whilst Mei looked more like an amateur hellion.

"You've made quite a bit of noise," noted the stranger as he looked past them at the piles of dead bodies they left behind.