A guilty test

After Blake briefly deliberated whether he should try to use the vents to listen in, an idea which he quickly dropped due to the noise it would create, the young Altered Hunter decided to go with his original idea. He looked outside to make sure there were no students out there, but since the teachers’ lounge, as well as the printer room, were facing away from the main road he wouldn’t have to worry about people mistaking his actions for a suicide attempt, shouting out towards him, creating a scene that would reveal his location.

Blake opened the window and dropped down to the window sill. He held on with his fingers, making use of his strong grip strength.

‘This reminds me of my early childhood training… I still don’t have any idea in what circumstance this would help deal with an Altered, but it’s definitely proving handy right about now.’ Blake thought as he started to move along the edge slowly, with his legs hanging.