The Gil
Weird Gentleman
Bigby sat alone outside the dam, aiming with his assault rifle towards the oncoming crossed. A storm of thoughts were finally reaching his mind about the death of Chris and everything that had happened inside the museum. Looking back at the events the first thing that came to his mind was the time when he approached Delta, who looked like he was plotting something along with Lann and somebody else, he couldn't remember who... One of them was probably guilty of trapping Chris in the museum, but who exactly? That was the problem. Bigby thought that it could be Delta, since he was trying so badly to act like a leader now. But could someone have killed Chris... For leadership? It was hard to believe someone would have killed him for such a stupid reason. But Lann, he looked like someone who could have done it. When Bigby approached them, he looked like the one who was running things, and no memories of that man making an effort to save anybody got into his mind. It could be him, along with his fellows as well. But maybe it wasn't time to think about that right now. There was an outside storm coming. A storm of crosses.
//OOC: Just a quick post before breakfast!