Something was off. Hermann could feel that something in his room had been touched, making him turn over in his bed and reach for his cane.
But his hand touched air.
His cane was gone.
Newton.
He stood, using the wall to support himself, reaching for his phone and sending a quick message to Newton, knowing it would scare him witless and get him running.
H to N: You're dead when I find you.
He didn't have a cane and had no way of quickly getting around. Though there one person he knew he could rely on. Dailing in the number, he put the phone to his ear and waited for an answer.
"Rin. I'm in need of your assistance."
