Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190402224637/@comment-5583506-20190412014721

A small balding Asian man with rounded glasses, wearing an apron more fitting that of a butcher than a surgeon, stepped out of the room for a while. He wore dishwasher gloves for a lack of something better. They were covered with what could only be assumed as blood.

He approached the people in the entry hall and removed his glasses, giving them a rough polish. "She is in the clear now", he said with a thick Chinese accent. "You were lucky to get her here as fast as you did. Given another five minutes and she'd be knocking at Death's door by now."

His small piercing gaze wandered from face to face. "She's asking for someone named Tan-Ner?"