HH_mirror

Akabane didn't need to see, or hear, to know that he was being followed. He kept his pace relaxed, his hands in his pockets as he walked. He reached the end of the corridor before he spoke again. "I do not recall being here before, but I am told there are some that do." He looked over his shoulder, his hand on the brim of his hat and smiled, an expression that was calculated to bring to mind his namesake, the jackal.