[center][img]https://s22.postimg.org/qmer2dny9/Precious_Kyle_Lucidius.png[/img]
[h2]Location: The Pale Dress[/h2][/center]
[hr]

Kyle was methodical. His eyes scanned every nook and cranny of the store. He was looking for the entrance to the basement, of course. There was another door in the rear that may lead to it, but he had to take care of something first. His eyes shifted toward Anastasia, watching as items faded from what seemed like existence. His eyes narrowed and his pace slowed. He ran his hand along the length of a wall, buying himself some time. There were so many questions he needed answers to. He wanted to know how they managed to find out about his manifestation. How they knew of anyone's manifestation. Did they solely work with spies and the disenfranchised eyes of the cities, luring them with promises of riches and rewards? Perhaps it was something far more sinister.

When Anastasia appeared next to him, Kyle moved incredibly quickly. His left hand wrapped around her throat, clutching tightly as he propelled her body against the naked wall. His right clutched at his pistol, moving swiftly to her forehead. The weapon worked on a series of safety mechanisms, having to actually grip the pistol to release the first. The second was built into the trigger itself. His finger slowly squeezed the safety catch back and was only a centimeter from releasing the firing pin. He wasn't sure what this woman was capable of, but he doubted she was quicker than an object traveling at 900 feet per second.

[color=silver]"Where the fuck did you come from?!"[/color] he spat venomously, keeping his voice in a low growl. [color=silver]"Why were you in the park?[/color] His grip tightened over her throat, his thumb and fingers pressing into the jugular veins on either side of her neck as the webbing of his hand crushing into her windpipe. He relaxed after a second or two, meant to prove that he was not to be trifled with nor was this an idle threat. Kyle's life hung in the balance and he would do anything to preserve it. At least, until he got the answers he sought and wrought his vengeance against those who did him wrong.