cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

Remi is still smiling crookedly at Ronin as his knees buckle. The last thing he remembers seeing is the dizzying switch from the blue of the Hunter's eyes, to Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuusan's facemask, and then it all goes black.


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Even as a monster, Remi's internal clock is just as shitty as anyone else's might be such that when he manages to peel his eyes back open, he has absolutely no idea how much time has passed. Above him are the sterile white panels of the medical wing, though something about this room smells...different. It smells like death, though not the good and bloody sort of death that Remi is drawn to, but stale death.

Around his biceps and forearms are several silver restraints with runes carved into them. Similar ones appear on his legs and stomach rendering him utterly unable to move. Even his fingers have been bound together. Straining his eyes to the side Remi can make out a few brightly coloured IV bags which, if movies have taught him anything, are used for lethal injections.

How nice.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!