Pheonix0114
Explorer
The goon wakes up to see Killien standing in front of him. His hands have been bound to a wooden chair. They are in a boiler room, it could be anywhere in the city by the looks of it. The sounds of of the boiler, along with the sounds of dripping water and the occasional burst of steam from the pipes, muffles the sound in the room.
Between the thick concrete overhead and these sounds, nothing done in this room will be overheard. The goon's eyes widen as he sees the bodies of his friends just on the edge of his vision, a small pool of blood beneath them.
Between the thick concrete overhead and these sounds, nothing done in this room will be overheard. The goon's eyes widen as he sees the bodies of his friends just on the edge of his vision, a small pool of blood beneath them.
