Umbra Regalia
There's no place like 127.0.0.1
"My aim sucks, but I'll try my best." He muttered, grabbing the gun and hiding it in his jacket. As they mentioned before, he was known for not having any weapons on him. They wouldn't expect him to have the handgun, but that didn't mean he'd be guaranteeing the shot.
Just as he hid the gun properly, the door to the room opened and Cain entered the room. He was alone, but that didn't make him any less frightening. He held a rag that was draped overtop a jerry can. (I hope I got that right, tht's what you put gasoline in right? c: ) He glared at Revnoir before stepping into Aura's cell and watching the man for a moment with a sinister grin.
Just as he hid the gun properly, the door to the room opened and Cain entered the room. He was alone, but that didn't make him any less frightening. He held a rag that was draped overtop a jerry can. (I hope I got that right, tht's what you put gasoline in right? c: ) He glared at Revnoir before stepping into Aura's cell and watching the man for a moment with a sinister grin.