They finally reached the bar, is grip on Blythe tight as he felt blood trying to seep down his leg. Damn, the wound had reopened. Shit! Shit! SHIT!
He quickly spotted Dante, rushing Blythe over to her as he set the necklace and note down on the bar. There was a bit of blood on it, which he found fine. It would only make L more worried.
Let's play a game of hide and seek, Luke.
Tag. You're it.
"..We have to get out of here...Now...Where do you suggest we go?" he asked Dante, a bit out of breath.