[ARPC] Welcome Home

[Jonah]

His eyes fluttered open and he sat up instinctively, reaching out for his gun but not finding it there. He was in his cell in the Asylum but he had no knowledge of how he had arrived there. Where was everyone. Where was...

The memories of what had happened came floating back to him and he frowned. He had fought Wolffyn and fallen, gone to the realm, and proven his strength yet again and managed to return. The killer had thought he had seen Charlotte there but the realm was not a safe place and used what it could to manipulate the minds of those that inhabited it and he had pushed past the shadowy figure, unable to bring himself to attack the spirit as he did most of the others there.

He had returned though, that was what mattered. Standing, his legs were still shaky but he managed to change clothes and assemble the small arsenal of weaponry he tried to always keep on his person. There was business to take care of. He doubted that either of his businesses had collapsed during his short "vacation" but they had likely not thrived either. More importantly though, he needed to check in with Vel and Keara, let them know he was ok.

First though, he needed to feed. Still filled with enough of the Realm and the feral nature that it brought out in him, a blood pack or even one of his pigs would not sate his thirst. Stepping out of the asylum, he walked east, looking for a victim.