( KILL LOG - WEEK 2, VINCENT )

[abhoth]

[It's 11:00 PM on Thursday night. Most residents have retired to the motel by now, wary of the curfew spoken of in the rulebook — and with good reason. Despite the sun being perpetually visible over the horizon, there are still dangers that lurk during nighttime. Not only these "soulless beasts" mentioned in the menu, but murderers. Killers. Those who would seize the opportunity given to them by this game.

And that's what brings us to this scene, out in the city streets.]

Comments

[digestion]

[ He's spent some time perusing the tidbits of information given to them. It's not ideal—not with his lack of strength and regenerative ability missing—but the challenge itself is kind of fun. So this is "human" ... the same level of strength as the samurai.

It's so delicate, he has to wonder how they manage to survive at all.

But here he is; his carefully chosen prey wandering beneath him. He'd been going from building to building for awhile now, utterly silent and careful.

Until now, when he's taking a step off of the roof. His face is covered, but he hasn't taken any cautions to hide himself. If he can't actually kill this guy here, he's worthless anyway.

Don't get in the way of someone trying to be a good son. ]

Hi there.

[ And he's coming down, heavy, his foot jutted out in a kick. ]