Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-32273133-20190610213949/@comment-34147452-20190701042453

It was surprisingly quick. Min-Jin's form was coiled up on the sill, and only moved when a rippling shadow slipped through the window panels and formed into Shuji, clutching a worn dowm leather notebook that was bound together by rope. The shadow silently handed it to the snake and softly faded away.

Min-Jin shifted back to his human form and took the notebook, tucking it into his light motorcycle jacket before turning and incjing across the ledge to a window a safe distance away from 'Hellhole'. Once inside the tower, the man turns and all but sprints to the nearest elevator to take to his room.