Blind Spot Take Your

So when the door to his apartment clicks and swings open two minutes past midnight, he recognizes the figure in the doorway before even rising, bristling, to his feet as his core pounds something sharp and painful into his chest. In the absence of anything else to say, his vocal processors go for an old standby. “The fuck you want?”DLWN-022, Snake Man, raises an eyebrow, one hand propped on his hip. He’s shorter than he looks on TV, shorter than Blues, but there’s something unsettling about him besides the fact that he just opened a door only Blues should have the key to.Blues meets his new least favorite coworker.