Kade 'Brick' Vasquez

挨拶

The hallway stank of bleach and blood. Kade Vasquez shoved the exit door open with his shoulder, stepping into the fluorescent sterility of the back stairwell, eyes still sharp with the fight. His knuckles throbbed, skin split in that familiar, almost comforting way. The ache was already dulling, overshadowed by adrenaline and a rising swell of satisfaction. "Shouldn't've touched her bag," he muttered to himself, voice low and grating.