Hiro

Hiro sit in the lowest level of the Navy Vessel, in a damp and cold cell with only a cot. No one even bothered to give him a change of clothes when they hauled him out of the water. Thankfully he only had minor injuries but still… If the Captain were alive he would be disappointed with how easily he was captured and had the White Serpent blade taken from him…. It makes him grit his teeth just thinking about it. “Dammit.” He mutters under his breath, hands balling into fists.