December started to feel that small worm of regret dig up from his soul. Damn, he really needed to preform a few more protection rituals...<br/>"Woah!!" He gasped a little as the man clung to him. His eyes were wild with terror. So, he WASN'T a rebel? how strange. Glancing to the threatening menace, still quite a distance away, December shuddered. "Come, follow me!" Grabbing onto the man's shirt, he dragged him back to his feet and proceeded to partially drag him towards a safe place. "Get up!" He jerked him up and pushed him infront of him. "Hurry, we need to get to that door," He shoved the man in the direction to the large, metal door.<br/>The metal door led to a musty, forlorn, and dust covered factory. December didn't really know when it was built, or what it was for. but he usually came here when some of his rituals went awry. Surely, it was a good temporary escape from this guy's attacker. He was just thankful they were near it at the time, otherwise, they would have to deal with some other building that he didn't trust.