A skull mask, its fist still clenched in the direction from which it had come.
"How did you get here..."
**CRACK.**
Just the two of them now, Haru and the hooded figure.
..
The figure spat out fine, gray-colored dust, dispersing in a cloud.
Haru instinctively stepped back, closing his eyes, holding his breath.
When he stopped backing up and opened his eyes:
The room was empty.
"Idiot," Haru thought to himself, pulling out a potion and drinking it.
The hooded figure arrived in a room, where he found his partner knocked out on the floor, briefcase open beside him, vials scattered about.
"Shit."
He ran to the next location.
Second room, another hooded figure on the floor, and silence.
"Damn it, I knew this job wasn't for me. Of all days, on my first day on the job..."
He ran to the third one and found him on the floor as well.
His hand outstretched. "Hide me..." he murmured weakly.
The guy hesitated; staying was risky. He heard footsteps approaching.
"Shit."
