[Ishu]

November 29th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

He was forced back against a wall and quickly rebounded, a growl broiling inside of his torso and throat. Dusting himself off, he approached, "I know Leila is in there and I can smell her blood." They'd made the mistake of opening up, leaving her open to the senses of others. "She's not going to get any help here because she's completely isolated and no where is around for miles."

He pointed at the shadows, knowing how childish and blindly subservient they could be, "If you want her to live, you need to ignore her wishes and let me take her to safety." Amante withdrew his ponting finger and crossed his arms against his chest, "Or would you rather lose your master forever?"