OF WHAT'S LEFT OF US // joiner

This place was really starting to give him a headache and he'd hardly even been around them for very long. Half the reason he even bothered to stay was for the protection living in a group would offer someone. It was far better than living on one's own. At least, in a sense. Who knows what would come after him next, at least he had a group at his back now. His approach to this newcomer and the following clanmates was hesitant, he hardly wanted to deal with anyone. But, he couldn't just laze about while he used a group's resources without any sort of pay back. He could at the very least pretend he was doing something. So, after a moment of debate with himself, the Hellhound approached the four.

"Hi. Name's Ghost," he grunted. He had absolutely nothing else to offer to the conversation other than uncomfortable glaring.

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