Once Julius overcame the drowsiness that hindered his thoughts to think, his eyes surveyed the room that reeked of human blood. The scent stung his nostrils, not because he wasn't fond of the blood, but because it seemed like it had been painted across the wall for more than just two hours. How long had he been knocked out? And who thought of transporting him here. 


Julius' lips curl into a frown from irritation and he fixes the cuffs of his shirt while a whisper of feigned care breaks through, [color=00746b]"What undignified place have we been brought to? Was it one of you that screwed over the rest of us? Because it seems, as though, the journey back will be painful."[/color]