Jin was in the hospital again. The hospital seldom was inactive, given just how many got injured in their training and injured fighting each other. He sat down next to Stevan. Stevan was still wrapped in the white bandages. Jin found it a trifle fruitless, because even if he were to recover, he would be in no radical condition to just participate in the Hunter's tournament.
Cliff appeared amidst the room. He leaned against a wall, jamming his hands in his pockets. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He opened the box, and pulled a cigarette out. Then, he placed it between his lips. Finally, he took out the lighter and lit the cigarette. He used his lips to pass it to the corner of his mouth. "Been a while."
"Yeah," Jin said.
Cliff looked at him. "How careless. Not even going to ask what I've been up to?"
Jin looked at him with apathetic eyes.
Cliff averted his eyes.
