"My name is Walter. Most people just call me the Angel of Death though." the man spoke to Katara. "and I would be happy to answer your questions once we are in a safe haven of sorts... Also, that sword is possessed and will turn the wielder into a demon when drawn, so unless you actually WANT that to happen, then I would suggest leaving it here. And no, this is not some "sick acid trip". You've been pulled into this world using black magic. The reason I know this is I was part of the group that caused all this... I assure you I am trying to make up for my mistakes. That being the case, it is also why I know we need to move as soon as we can. seeming as I saved your life, they will be after both of us now, I'm afraid. These aren't the kind of people to ask questions."<br/><br/>"Of course if I need information, I will ask questions anyway." Another voice said from across the clearing. It sounded completely disinterested in what was going on and upon closer inspection was sporting tear-like linear tattoos under the eyes with a round hole in the figure's upper torso, a line that appeared to be a blood-like substance making it's way down his chest from the hole. his arms and legs were black and seemed to be covered in fur of some kind, and his hands and feet sported claws. Bat-like elongated ears adorned it's head and it's eyes held a bored expression in the yellow irises, while his Sclera seemed to be green.<br/><br/>Walter seemed to falter slightly, as he knew quite well he could not win this fight without major collateral damage and general pain. "What do you want from me... Ulquiorra?" He said calmly. The bat-like humanoid shrugged. "Where are they?" he simply asked. Walter stood there readying his garrote wires, and said, "I'll die before I tell you that."<br/><br/>"If that is what you wish. Cero."<br/><br/>A huge blast of black and green energy rocketed toward Walter, and he only managed to dodge it enough to survive, his right hand being disintegrated. "AUGH... Bastard..." he shouted as he turned to the two girls. "RUN!"<br/><span style="color: #00FF00">____________________________________________________________________________________________________</span><br/><br/>Samus stopped in her tracks. "How did you know about Lucile?" She turned and it was revealed she had a tear rolling down her cheek. "I am... glad to know she is alright. And thank you..."<br/><br/>"You're welcome." Eve said, earning a look from Blade. "So we're just gonna wait until the ceiling caves in?" He asked.<br/><br/>"What choice do we have? We don't need to go anywhere do we?"<br/><br/>A chilling laugh came from a nearby door. There was the number 83 painted in red, and it seemed to be bolted shut. "Why do I remember that laugh... and that number... Why can't I place it???" Eve asked out loud to no one in particular.