View attachment 71295 Altair opened the pub's door and stepped inside towards the bathroom. Taking the emergency kit, he took out alcohol and a bandage to clean the cuts on his forearm. He took out his shirt and placed it in his mouth as the alcohol fell on his open flesh. He groaned at it burned his skin and then started covering his arm with the bandage. When he finished, he looked down at his leg and took the knife with a sigh. God he was going to kill her. Pulling it out quickly, he clenched his jaws and used the alcohol again. This job was killing him slowly. One more scar to add to his collection. His right eye was also bleeding and he wondered if that wound was going to left him blind at some point.