Fink Nodded he had been overthinking; a problem his brother told him about. “I broke my older brother out because of this bombing.” he told The Puppeteer as he heard a White Cape creeping up on him, turning he saw no one. Fink smirked 'invisible huh.' thought Fink, he would have to rely on his ears, when he heard a fist cutting the air, tendrils just crushed the empty space until it leaked crimson onto the dirt and tendrils.
“Yeah. Just follow me.” He began walking southeast, headed towards a abandoned bar, Crispin had once found and stocked with beers, wines, ciders, and junk foods. It was a couple blocks away from the meta prison.