He stared for a few seconds at the message and quickly covered his hand again
"..."
"I'm guessing this isn't good"
"..."
"Sigh, he's gone nonverbal again"
Zen didn't respond
This was sent from a familiar contact, though it was encrypted so he couldn't see exactly who, he could tell where it had come from, and that was a problem
'Crowley again? Or Raven?'
He thought back to the trial, remembering her words
"You'll have to tell me all about it when I come back and visit though"
He repeated the sentence a few times but couldn't find a clue or hint. One of the ways they'd been trained to "Play" with each other's was using riddles and such, it had become a bit of a sickness for them specifically and they loved hiding clues in plain sight
He checked the message again but there was nothing. Just two words.
"Hey,champ? You good?"
"... one of them is close. Really close"
"Oh...well-"
"I can't fight them"
Zen suddenly interrupted
"What?"
