Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sound of blood hitting the floor could drive a man mad, if there wasn't a corpse to accompany the sound. The corpse was of a White-haired man, it's position was on a bed, with an arm drifting off the mattress and hanging down, reaching towards the floor as blood dripped off the fingers. The room was messy, with a pair of broken glasses and a box of cigarettes being the only small items near the body. It was a cold corpse, and it is the reason why the person in the next room is currently packing his things in a suitcase.

Xhronux packed up his scalpels, blood bags, and other things that are probably stolen from a hospital. He sighed, seeing his Father becoming a corpse due to a single .45 shot in the temple really disturbed him, then again, it would disturb anyone who knew him and disgust anyone who didn't. Xhronux packed up his syringes last, being careful not to accidentally poke the blood bags he had. He took the suitcase, his pet snake's cage and finally walked out of a house full of a midnight corpse's stench.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sound of a pipe leaking it's contents onto mud is causing the dripping noise. Xhronux sat in the alley, wondering what he should do next. He could get a job at the hospital, although, he probably would get the police called onto him for theft having tools that might belong to the hospital. He could try his hand at gambling his way through life, although, he has never heard of anyone getting rich through luck. With a long thinking moment and a sigh, his only choice would be to follow his father's footsteps. Now he just has to find someone that would like to have him. He got up and attempted to wipe the mud off his pants, though, it seems like they're more dirty than before now. He grabbed his suitcase and his pet snake's cage and- ... His suitcase was stuck a bit in the mud. With a grunt, he forcefully lifted the suitcase out and left the alley, walking through the city, hoping to find some work.

Xhronux felt something hit his back. Something small, so perhaps it was a small rock. Turning around to look at what hit him, he found that it was not a rock, but actually a small girl. The girl spoke a question, and it'd be rude not to answer, so he decided that yes, he will answer the spoken question, at all costs.

"Ah... Yes, I am quite new around here. It's probably only a coincidence that I somehow look like someone you might know."

With his quest to answer the question finished, he displayed a victorious smile, waiting for the girl to start a quest of her own to reply to him.