[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center]Location: Justice Asylum [/center]

With his only working eye, he looked around, trying his hardest to survey his surroundings. In this moment, he could feel his life nearing it's end. Not in a literal sense but when he felt that crayon plunge into his eye he knew his end was close. It wouldn't be too hard for such a psychopath to smash the blunt object into his cranium. Yet he lived. He took a deep breath, trying his best to feel stabilised to make sure he didn't succumb to such a gruesome death.

He looked over to marc, biting down on his tongue and giving off a slight nod. [color=39b54a]"Hehe sure, after this...I'll be just peachy, better than ever"[/color] he breathed heavily. Something told him he'd pushed too hard, or he hadn't explained himself well enough. If only he had told this girl that Marc had sent him, that he was a friend of Marc and Riley. Then maybe he wouldn't be in such a bleak situation. At first he honestly thought this organisation was using the girl, as some sort of sleeper agent.

Obviously, he was wrong, Marc trusted her too much for her to be a sleeper agent. But there were always talk of those people who were, some would say, tricked into murder by others, such as therapists and the likes. Not so much tricked, more convinced that they wanted to kill someone. Judging by that girl's behaviour towards him it wouldn't be so far fetched to say she would be involved. But how would she have escaped to do any of those murders?