Draig woke with a start when he heard the cry of shock from beyond his curtain, it had been some time since he had heard someone fall to its mercy. The fact that someone had though caused him to be confused, Ginji had grown a healthy fear of it since his encounter with it that had nearly destroyed his hand if not for his intervention which begged the question who was dumb enough to touch the Talisman curtain.
Pulling the paper to the side he saw someone he didn't recognize and wondered if there was some kind of confusion, though this person knew Draig very well.
It was none other than the youth from the Unaffiliated training grounds, for some reason he had found himself here and had inadvertantly fell to the metaphorical hands of the curtain.
The Feratu stared at the steaming youth for some time before closing the curtain and laying back down to resume his slumber until he heard a loud racket from outside in the yard causing him to launch forward.
