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ㅤㅤ⌜ An apartment building that looked shady? What could Drift possibly want with something like that? ⌟
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ㅤㅤ⌜ Muffled by his mask, and yet . . . that was his voice, wasn't it?

ㅤㅤHis focus falls to a third story building, where the corner was sheltered over by drapery and a small balcony. ⌟

ㅤ‘ There we are. That's more than a perfect spot. ’

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ㅤㅤ⌜ This would occupy him for some time, although it wouldn't be long until he went wandering again. ⌟
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ㅤㅤ⌜ He shakes his head and looks to the buildings, and for a moment, the mask faces towards Evie's window.

ㅤㅤA glint seems to stare right through and catch her eye . . . or so it seemed.

ㅤㅤ Just like that, the fox - faced wanderer continues, not satisfied with his lack of findings. ⌟
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ a closed starter for @joycon-criminal.bsky.social ]
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ㅤㅤ⌜ a prowling glare in present upon the mask.

ㅤㅤ. . . Who was he looking for? And would he find them here, he wonders?

ㅤㅤEnough time would tell to seek that answer.

ㅤㅤBut for now . . . his presence was made clear. ⌟
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ㅤㅤ⌜ Out steps a cloaked silhouette from the tea in the light, slanted eyes glowing abound the dark figure. His scythe holds firmly in his grasp.

ㅤㅤHis head raises, casting his gaze to the streets beyond him.

ㅤㅤNo time wastes between the Rift closing to his walk down the streets, ⌟

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ㅤㅤㅤ[ - - 𝘊𝘙𝘙𝘙𝘙𝘙𝘒.ᐟ ]

ㅤㅤ⌜ In an instant, the fog parts. A flash of lightning erupts from a formed crack in the air, dispersing the area to form a Rift. And oddly enough . . .

ㅤㅤThere's no mistaking that magenta color, how vibrant it lights up even the brightest of neons in the city. ⌟

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