"OUCH!"
Ishiki gasped as picked up the cup filled with water from the table besides him and took a sip.
He was sitting in the balcony of a rather expensive villa, on a wooden chair as he looked at the Crimson Moon that shone brightly in the dark sky, painting the world in streaks of red light.
He sat alone with cloth bandages around his torso, he was somehow alive and almost healed too at that. It was thanks to the fact that Filch had presumably rescued him from the three mysterious figures that approached later.
'heh, Filch sure is very strong.' he commented inwardly and then took another sip from the cup.
How low had life fallen, water had turned into a beverage. 'To be honest, there is nothing better than water.'
He let out a foul breath and continued to think with a gloomy expression. The recent incident had left a great impression on him... and most of it was not so good.
