It was for now. He turned his attention back in front of him, watching out for any shadows lurking about. They seemed a bit more active lately, probably because of the storms. The last thing he needed was to fight off a horde of them.

Stepping into the Pigeon Room, his eyes settled on the bit of blood left on the floor. His, of course, from when Harth changed him. Duo wouldn't be able to tell who's it was, giving him an idea.