[Strength: 85]
[Health: 110]
[Speed: 68]
[Skill: 81]
[UP: 52]
[Exp: 48/120| Level 15]
***
Franklin got out of bed, shoving his bedsheet sheet aside. He stood, stretched, and then yawned. Finally, he nodded over to his desk. This was a particularly filthy desk with old cups of unfinished coffee infested by black ants and old tissues swathed in dried mucus and ruffled pages covered in inked failure.
The wall against which the desk remained had a wide piece of paper that showed a depiction of Jin and Kaylie. Strangely, they were both labeled, and ink covered almost every inch of the page. Every single skill Franklin saw Jin use was right there on that piece of paper, and the same went for Kaylie. Except, Franklin knew all Kaylie's skills like he knew the back of his hand. He had no idea Kaylie was stupid enough to trust him with such information.
