Grom

Walking along the paths and precisely through the part of the castle, one could hear some footsteps that could be said to be even hurried. The guard of one of those towers was taking a break, or rather walking around. —Hey, excuse me... Have you seen a walkie talkie around here? I think I lost it. Grom asked, looking around as he lightly rubbed the top of his forehead. He seemed somewhat stressed by the neglect. —Today doesn't seem to be my day. Демоны... He added, releasing a heavy sigh, before crossing his arms and trying to remain calm; wondering how or where he would have lost it.