[ that is certainly one way to get remembered, eizen won't be forgetting the guy who threw a tantrum after dying anytime soon. providing they ever make it out of here. he can only assume this isn't the end, that there is something else after the cabin and this mediocre room - they wouldn't be here otherwise.

eizen shrugs, arms crossing across his chest. ]

The room could do with a few holes, might give it more character. As for your hands? Well, you've already died. A couple of bloodied knuckles is nothing in comparison.