[IC] Darklite

[Carlsberg]

John was walking through one of the streets, his head searching from side to side. He looked over the ruined buildings, looking for any sorts of trouble, ready to get away from it. He had bags under his eyes, sleepless nights having granted him the joys of a permanent headache.

[DarkAngel Kena]

(Sorry. Didn't get a notification. Would you mind if we continued this in a PM?)

[Carlsberg]

(sure)