Nill.

→ This is for you.

Sorry to make you worry, again. Or something.

As Haine was about to bend down and wash his face, he suddenly heard a voice. A familiar voice.

... Giovanni?

But how? While looking around, trying to find anything that could explain why he was hearing this voice, Haine accidentally fell into the river. Good riddance.

What kind of a sick joke is this?

For the first time in five weeks, I heard his voice again. It wasn't loud and clear, but I could still hear it.

Maybe coming back from the jungle wasn't such a good idea.

[[ he's back~ and no, he's not just hearing things. the DOGS brigade should know what this means >:

→ Short of money, clothes dirty and they smell, bruises won't heal (as fast as I would like 'em to), guns useless and no monsters to keep me entertained.

Yeah, felt like complaining.

Ha ha, now we're talkin'!

[he sounds very excited - must be 'cause of the monsters and the chance to kill something - or simply just do something]

Damnit though. Any good weapon shops here?

Got kidnapped to a city full of drunktards?

The hell with this place.