章 39: (ACT 04) The White Wolf

ALISTAIR NYX:

Alistair Nyx had been peacefully puking his guts outside in a secluded spot he managed to stumble upon (...fine, maybe he did kind of deserve it, maybe this is the spirit of Nemesis kicking him in the ass right now because getting drunk right off the bat just to delay the inevitable interrogation session from his twin brother is a remarkably bad idea) when he felt rather than heard someone seeming to approach him, their footsteps were near to nonexistent…

He wouldn't have paid attention if it weren’t for the hair on the back of his neck seeming to stand up straight to attention at such an inhuman presence.

And not to mention, this person has a strangely nostalgic scent that would have, should have lowered his guard because of how non-threatening it is; it reminded him of a home he could never return to, of a person that he once know of but could never hope to see again.