#( devilsmarksman 01 )

There was a lot of things Red was getting used to. The atmosphere, the oddness of it, the surrealness of it not being in the facility. But there was one thing she didn’t need to get used to.

And that was the familiar blue cloak and dark clothes of the marksman himself. It was odd, seeing such a familiar face amongst not-so-familiar surroundings. Slowly, the bounty hunter made her approach, tapping the marksman on the shoulder.