Blue lay on the ground doubting his life, where am I? Who am I?
Kyle came out with a towel tied around his waist, drying his hair with a hairdryer. He noticed Blue was still out of it and crossed over the cat's body to open the wardrobe. The hangers clanged as he searched for clothes to wear. His hands stopped on a black uniform. 'hmm, this could blend well in the dark,' He thought.
He took it out, put it on, and opened his knife suitcase, picking up a dagger. He secured it in an ankle holster.
"Stop moping, let's go," he said to his cat and switched off the light. Opening the window gently, he slipped out of it. He landed agilely on the ground without a scratch or sign of pain, after jumping from three stories high.
The cat followed at his heels as Kyle crept stealthily towards the Mansion, using the shadows to hide himself and lowering his breathing to a mere whisper.