Inside a dark room where there was very little light, a young teenager was sitting down on his own in a chair. Across from him, there was a floating head in a glass container filled with a green liquid.
‘Originally I thought that maybe you would only be gone for a day or two, but you still haven't gotten back.’ Blake thought. The head that he was looking at in front of him was none other than Billy’s. ‘At least the liquid will be able to keep it from rotting for now.’
Lately, Blake had been coming down into the Hunter's base a lot. Usually he would only have come down with his father, practising what he needed in the dojo above. However, as the days went past it became apparent that his father wasn't going to come back anytime soon, so he decided to make the most of his time.