"!!!"
Without questioning what happened first, Ferris rubbed his hands across the base of his cheek, and a sharp sting erupted through his nerves as his fingers slid across.
Blood.
The pain set his mind straight, letting him understand what was going on, and he straightened himself.
An alleyway? Who brought me here?
Before he could look around, a familiar voice called out to him. That muffled voice beneath a helmet, where he could clearly see breath coming out of the mouthpiece.
"That was close, brother. With this, I have repaid my debt to you."
A hulk of a man with illustrious bronze skin emerged from the shadows behind him. This time, alive and well.
Executor? Ferris saw the figure, and he found it troubling to look at a supposed villain he had killed not too long ago.
He shook his head inside. Damnit, there's no time to think about how he's alive.
More importantly.
