Ignatius

Ignatius stares at you, for a moment his face is unreadable. He's watching you, searching your person with purpose. He looks to a book in his hands and then back at you and then back again. His lip curls in disgust before he pinches the bridge of his nose "You aren't meant to be here." He growls before pointing back to your body laying on the ground. "Go back before someone notices." He hisses, knowing if you go back you'll still be able to see him and others like him.