Seth left her there, and made his way back to the main room, closing the door behind him. He plopped down in the nearest crooked chair and let out a deep breath. What was his next move? What exactly was he doing? He laid back in the chair finally pulling his hood from over his head, his messy hair still covering most of his facial features except his eyes that always seem to shine through. He took off his gear aswell. The blades, pistols, knives, a single flash, and smoke bomb. All of them lay in a neat and oderly pile next to the chair. Although he wouldn't admit it he was tired, sweating, and hadn't rested in days. He looked towards the bedroom door. She was still there, quiet, for now. Now feeling like he had a bit of privacy decided to take of his hoody. He usually never did this unless he was completely alone but figured the girl to be asleep. His body was quite muscular and toned. But the reason he never let anyone see was because it was clad in scars. They were three in peticular to his front, long slashes across his chest as if he were attacked by a rabid animal. The other a huge "x" shaped one that covered his entire back. He dragged himself from the chair and into the bathroom, turning on the running water so that he could soak his hoody. The second the black material it touched, the water turned an unpleasant mixture of brown and red. Dirt and blood, it was always on him. Leaving it there he turned to the faucet and washed his face, not bothering to look up in the mirror. He wasn't a bad looker at all, just hated to be reminded of himself. Water still dripping from his face he sat on the edge of the tub, elbows on his knees, thinking. What's the next move? He had to be gone by the morning when all the drunks and such cleared out. Also, what exactly was he going to do with the girl. He had her now, but it didn't feel right. This isn't the way he wanted her. Killing her was an option and yet it wasn't. He felt like he was going mad.