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〚❇〗——Alice has been awake for less than a whole day, and his exploration of the grounds had led him in circles. He'd mostly been able to identify the different areas and their uses, but now he had grown tired and still hadn't been able to find the most important place of all.

To say that Saruhiko was pissed is an understatement, really.

Saruhiko was completely furious.

Because memories of the late-night call they received to bring down a wild strain who had been tearing through Shizume City was still fresh in his head despite the clear confusion he was feeling; The strain had been difficult to corner- to say the least, and that train of thoughts was probably the main reason for his immediate agitation. He could still remember the strain's weirdly bright gaze holding him in place despite himself before he was completely knocked out- and now, here he was, listening to this weird announcement crackling to a complete silence in this completely unfamiliar room. That had two beds in it. Two beds. One being the one he'd woken up in and the other was empty but well-made, so it meant he will have a roommate- and Saruhiko was not a person for roommates. Nor was he one for redundantly elaborated jokes that involved him being the butt of said jokes, because this totally sounds like something his sick Captain would come up with to pass time.

Because he still had his saber on his waist, and the cool metal against his skin told him that his throwing knives were still on him, in place. If he was indeed kidnapped, they'd have the sense to at least strip him of his weapons, right?

Letting his (almost) trademark "Tsk," sound escape his lips, Saruhiko lifted his right arm to study the mysterious black brand on his wrist, and was almost overwhelmed by a sudden feeling of disgust. This had better really not be some elaborated idea by his Captain to brand them all as clansmen now, because the mark was permanent- as permanent as the insignia burnt into his left chest muscles, and it left him feeling as sickened as he had been the day he tried to burn that one off. Fuck it, he needed answers- and following this weird pull of his senses towards the closed room door seemed the only logical thing to do. The brunette clicked his tongue again as he unwillingly raised himself to his feet. Captain or not, if the first person he laid eyes on outside of this strange room was a scepter 4 clansman, he's going to send a fist straight into the poor bastard's face.

It didn't take many steps for him to reach the door, but within that short period of time, the weird feeling dragging him on seemed to have subsided.. One hand already ready to pull the door open, Saruhiko jumped back when he realised that the door was being pushed open from the other side;

A weird weight sank into his stomach when their eyes first met.