No event. Just introducing a new character.
Red, so much red.
Feilong leaned against a wall and tugged his robe closer to himself. He had woken up in the middle of the night and found nobody around. It was unusual, that he could not even ring for a servant to bring him a glass of water. Suspicious about what was going on (more so considering that his father and brother had been murdered just earlier that day), he had ventured out of his bedroom to find out what was going on, his gun -the one he had habitually kept under his pillow- in his hand.
Too much red. Almost like blood.
If only his fever would go down already.
Feilong leaned against a wall and tugged his robe closer to himself. He had woken up in the middle of the night and found nobody around. It was unusual, that he could not even ring for a servant to bring him a glass of water. Suspicious about what was going on (more so considering that his father and brother had been murdered just earlier that day), he had ventured out of his bedroom to find out what was going on, his gun -the one he had habitually kept under his pillow- in his hand.
Too much red. Almost like blood.
If only his fever would go down already.