Nightfall. Rexar traverses the streets and back alleys watching the guards, shops and people as everyone settles for the night. He can see most of the residents shutting their windows and doors in fear. Others kept one window open with a single red candlestick dimly lit in the darkness of each home. Continuing through to the streets, he finds the inn John attempted to enter moments ago. A familiar face was dimly lit by one of the candles. Casper.
He was out of breath and worn out from his own travels. Rexar stares at him for a while until he was noticed.
Casper: .... You...? You're that cat sir John Reh had. I know that large aura from anywhere. That must mean his here too.
Rexar sits and continues looking at him.
Casper: I don't want to cause him trouble. So can you give him a message for me?
Rexar's ears twitch forward in attention.
Casper: heh. So you are listening. Tell him Sicily is here too. She's hunting him. And she won't stop until his head is the only thing in her hands when she returns to Camus La Verse. I want to help him, so please, keep him out of the streets. He... As well as I... Are in danger being here. I'll find my own way out of this so don't worry.
Rexar stands and trots to Casper until he's standing on his pulsing chest. He sniffs him then takes off running into the shadows.
Back in the small space. John sits solemnly silent under the dim light of the tattered room meditating. He couldn't sleep for some reason. His mind was clear, his body calm, yet every nerve in his body is screaming to move. He was too alert to relax. To him, this was simple fear. He knew this feeling all too well having felt it most of his life. This was no different. He knew it was nothing but a simple feeling of irrationality. He just couldn't help it.
After hours in the dark and quiet, John finally hears something by the hole in the wall. Instinctively, he hides behind a few boxes as he watches for whoever or whatever was coming. Soon after a figure walks into the room clad in black from the neck down. His hair as red as Johns, and skin was almost as white as a sheet. The whites of his eyes were as black as his garments. His expression was void of all emotion. John remembered Maini calling him Gen. He seemed lost in thought.
John was in shock to find himself looking at his own double already. For some reason John couldn't bring himself to face him yet. They both hear a sound from the other side of the room. Maini crawled out of the hole in the floor with a bag in her hand.
Maini: hey. Sorry I took so long. The grown ups just won't shut up.
Gen: Maini.
Maini: what?
Gen:... Who are you talking to?
Maini: Hm? Well your the only one here aren't you, John?
Gen: who's john?
Maini: wha...!? *gasp* Gen!! Oh my god!
Maini jumps at Gen to give him a hug.
Maini: Wait a minute! There was someone else here! I swear, there was!! He looked just like you! Well... Minus the fangs.
Gen: ... Uh... Moving on. I need a few things from Tel and Mick. You mind?
Maini: eh~? I have to go back down there?
Gen: it's important. You'll see soon enough.
Maini: *sigh* okay. But keep an eye out! Trust me you'll like what you see when you see him. Trust me.
Gen: I'll take your word. Now hurry up.
Gen hands her a list and Maini jumps back down to the underground.