Ishiki looked at the ghost like figure in a daze... unable to think of anything.
It was Renji.
Yuki's older brother. Ishiki had always maintained his distance from this seemingly calm monster. But he was the reason that Ishiki was captured and put into the prison not too long ago.
Renji sat on the couch with a perfect posture, his face catching the warm orange glow of the candle Ishiki had brought. His face was emotionless, like a blank canvas.
"You can lower that," he said, gesturing at the Jian. "If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't have heard me speak first."
Ishiki didn't lower Sorrow's Edge. 'When did he come here? Why didn't I detect him? It's as if he simply became present here! '
"How did you get in here?" He demanded, voice sharp.
"Through the door." Renji's tone suggested this was obvious. "How else does one enter a room?"
Ishiki's mind raced. 'Through the door? But didn't he just appear out of thin air? Was... that just a show? How long has been here?'
