Hiroshi

Searching around unfamiliar territory. The floor that he usually obtains his targets laid absent of subjects and he needed a new hunting ground. This was the fourth floor in counting that he had been on for the search and so far it was reaching the verdict of useless. “Two disposed of, need two more” talking to no one but himself recalling the information needed to complete his research. This floor was murky, full of dirty water and smells like death met with sewage. He was used to the rotting sensation of a spoiled body, this was no different than this. Splashing occurred after each ste

The eerie green glow springs to life in the middle of the night. Outside the complex the unending snowstorm rages on working its magic to conceal the place in its entirety from all that would aim to find it. Inside slants of incapacitated players slowly being pumped with carefully curated paralytic venom from IV's continue to drip on constants. Prison cells on the walks from the entry to deeper within are filled with a mixture of screams. Some of anguish, others of fear or outrage. But the underlying fuel to them was confusion, and fear all tinted by the personalities from which they stemmed.

Trekking up the mountain through the snow filled plain as mist rose to every step taken. Pine trees surrounding the area were drenched in the white cold powder. Carrying a body over his right shoulder, he had one more capsule to fill. The player hung loosely with an inch of life left. This player seemed more capable than the others. He saw arts being used that he saw no other replicate, he needed to know why. Walking deep within the abandoned peaks, he had never seen another person explore this land. He did not need people getting into his business about what was being done here. Hiroshi would

Profile: Username: Hiroshi Real name: Hiro Shinigami Age: 39 Gender: Male Height: 5'11 Background: Hiro was a rather standard child, born to a set of normal parents. Almost far too generic his early life would be, save the fact he didn't get out much. Those japanese parents of his pushed him heavily however from a very young age, expecting greatness from their first born. He excelled under their guidance and tutelage, their ambition becoming his. Those aspirations brought him to medical school, at a prestige one at that. A genetic disorder developed during his earlier yea