A second figure stepped out from the deeper dark of the tunnel, unhurried, and the stranger with the scythe glanced over with something like mild surprise. Jin kept his stance loose but ready, watching the newcomer's approach, too exhausted to feel much beyond a dull, wary curiosity about what exactly the night still had left to throw at him.
"You're late," the stranger said.
"You're loud," the newcomer said back. He wore a mask, plain and pale, covering everything above his jaw, and his voice carried none of the strange, shifting quality the stranger's had, steady and even instead. He looked around at the cratered stone, the dust still settling in the torchlight, and let out a short breath through his nose. "I could hear this from two corridors over."
"He put up more of a fight than I expected," the stranger said, almost proud of it.
