Angus breathes hard, heaving breaths, staring at the returned scenery of the mansion's grounds. He was... Was he out here this whole time?
Angus pulls himself with considerable effort back to his feet, wiping sweat off his brow. He drags himself up and instantly notices the trail of blood.
He really wants to run away. He really wants to give up and never look back. His heart hasn't slowed, still beating a harsh rhythm against his chest. But he takes a shuddering breath and slowly follows the trail of blood.
"H... Hello?" he calls out as he opens the mansion's doors. "Is everyone okay?"
The image of the broken, regenerating creature is still fresh in his mind, but if someone's hurt and bleeding... He has to do something.
He wants to be anywhere but here, but he has to do something. He's a detective. He took on this responsibility, and he has to follow through.
im soooo sorry i am so late
Angus pulls himself with considerable effort back to his feet, wiping sweat off his brow. He drags himself up and instantly notices the trail of blood.
He really wants to run away. He really wants to give up and never look back. His heart hasn't slowed, still beating a harsh rhythm against his chest. But he takes a shuddering breath and slowly follows the trail of blood.
"H... Hello?" he calls out as he opens the mansion's doors. "Is everyone okay?"
The image of the broken, regenerating creature is still fresh in his mind, but if someone's hurt and bleeding... He has to do something.
He wants to be anywhere but here, but he has to do something. He's a detective. He took on this responsibility, and he has to follow through.