James was happy to be in the real world once more, he was suppose to be hunting a hollow. “God I haven’t had homework since I dropped out of school.” He grumbled closing his eyes as hunted for that spike in pressure that would signify a hollow. “There!” his red eyes snapped open as he charged forwards both of his knives still hidden in his sleeves.
He was atop the roof looking down as he waited the pressure whatever it was coming closer, looking towards the streets he noticed a young boy running, “Nah that couldn’t be what I am feeling he is nothing, but a kid.” James grumbled but, his senses told him otherwise; jumping from the roof he landed about two feet behind him. “And just what might you be kid? You’re not a hollow, what am I saying you probably can’t even see me.” James kicked a loose rock at the boy, if anything I might as well have some fun with this kid before I go back to my ‘homework.’