Garnalen cocktail

The sun shone bright outside, casting a gentle warmth through his window. These days he could not stay inside all day. Staying in the presence of that day in day out didn't sit well with him. No matter that it resonated with him, or that he would need it sooner or later, he wanted his distance.

With his houndour at his side, Míngzé descended the stairs carefully. By now he had done these stairs often enough that it went smoothly. He could hear someone else move around him, but he paid them little attention. Only Dai looked at the young man. That was until a jolt went through his body.

Something fell to the ground, the loud noise alerting him immediately. A pained expression came to his face at the string of curse words that echoed through the hallway. Whatever happened sounded extremely painful. The houndour at his side had started barking at the first moment, not stopping even now. Growls were mixed in between them.

“Are you alright?” Míngzé asked concerned after the last curse fell silent. For now he kept his distance, holding on to his cane with a firm grip. Golden eyes were desperately looking for something that could give him more information. As long as he did not know what occurred, he would not take one step closer.