[u]The light pitter-patter of a man wearing cloth-covered boots walking through the simulated main door can be heard as Lothran walks into the replica of Cainhurst, his pale face and skin covered by the white crow mask and black feathered robes he always wears. None of his other weapons besides the Blades of Mercy hang by his side, their blades freshly sharpened. As he nears closer to Irina, he speaks before reaching out.[/u] "[i]Are you done with your training, Irina? I wish to ask you about a very importa-[/i]" [u]Cutting off quite suddenly, Lothran seems to freeze in place as his head cranes upwards, looking around the room. The glass eyes that create an unblinking gaze survey their surroundings, the amnesiac Hunter of Hunters caught in a daze of emotion and nostalgia.[/u] "[i]This place seems... Familiar. I feel an eery sense of longing, but further more... Such [b][i]hatred[/i][/b] towards it... I... I-I don't understand these feelings.[/i]"