With the weird killings going around, Ren had been staying inside more only going out when he had to. Usually to get food and such when he was running out. He sighed as he lay on the couch tiredly, ears against his head and his tail curled around him. “.. so.. tired” he muttered. In his mind, he wondered what got this person to start killing? Is the old logic of Strade that ‘stong people live while the weak die’ is on that person’s mind? He wasn’t sure and honestly? He didn’t want to find out..