There was a shuffling in the dark, far too quiet & far too subtle. To miss it would be easy to an untrained ear, but Esme was far from untrained.
The figure stalked his prey with expert skill with careful steps among the shadows.
"...Esme."
⋆⭒˚.⋆—— 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊.
Heavy sigh.
After mopping up all that black dye, Esme is stained with it. He locks the door to the salon, rubbing his wrists. They still hurt from being bound.
Well. Time to head home.
