Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-25119920-20150704163245

"Losing someone is always a tough time," Hitori replied, as the song started to reach its final verses,"We all react to it differently. The people who comfort us, also play a large role in our recovery. You had an entire family when your grandmother kicked the bucket, while I got a group of Hunters, that I barely knew, when my father was murdered. Look at where it leaves us, now."

His memories flashed in his head, the times of trama and anger for the deaths of his parents. He was unstable, moody, and a danger to himself.

"You know, my weaponry was once called simplistic," Hitori felt Taka tightly squezze his right arm, "Supposedly, chains and throwing knives are considered outdated, now that people have sniper scythes and gun gauntlets to fight monsters. But it helps my urges stay down. My chains are meant to brutally beat, while my knives are the killers. But death by strangling is a rough way to go. Didn't really end too well for that person."