Redd had gotten up without much noise. He was not one for self-reflection. He is, and so he is. He had something in his mouth. He chewed it and swallowed it. It was good, but deep down, he knew that there was something better and he knew it name well. [color=orangered] "Blood". [/color] Though, while he did not care what others thought of his taste, he also had the pre-built that donors would be hard to find. Besides, while he was chewing, he bite his lip and tasted his own blood. It was not bad, but it was not great either. Though, he still did not know much and decided to bide his time and simply sat down and waited.