||: I knew I’d run into you all again one day 😈

blade.

He twirls his sword around for dramatic effect, and then, slices through the golems once more. This time, they should hopefully stay dead.

He said that a bit under his breath, almost to himself.

Finally, he looks over at the female, eyeing her warily.

“ May I ask your name? If we’re both enjoyers of the night, we may run into one-another again. “

a city behind the pair.

“ Somethings always happening. Murders, thieves, cults… but sometimes, I wish to simply get away. “

He tucks his hands into his pockets.

“ Surely someone who appreciates the same night also knows the feeling. That feeling of being trapped, on edge? “