Thomas froze as another gang rang out, and yelling assaulted his ears. Yelling from a man Thomas knew. Jezin. Thomas stood for a another moment, weighing his options, before gripping his key tightly and walking up to the door. Thomas looked back at the mess behind him. Blood on the ground, blood on the wall, chair overturned, a dead body with a obviously crushed skull, with blood pooled around her, not to mention she was stripped down to her under clothes. Thomas wanted to smirk to himself, he wanted to find some type of irony in this situation, but he didn't have the energy to commit to it. After another moment, Thomas unlocked the door, and opened it slowly, seeing Jezin, Harmony in his hand, along with a frightened Sophia beside him. Thomas went along, and opened the door it's full length, before speaking one single word, "Jezin." Thomas spoke, as his hands fell to his side. A man with a wrap around his face, hiding his burnt eye, and covered in specks of blood, along with one of his hands, which possessed it's own fair amount.