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Section 1: Shadow, Thief-for-Hire
Knock, knock, knock.
Shadow opens his eyes and looks around at his surroundings, quiet. He had fallen asleep on the old lime green couch, tired from his excursion last night. Tossing off the tattered grey fleece throw, he gets to his feet and stretches, crossing both the scuffed wooden ballroom floor and the carpeted parlor room floor, walking down the marble steps of the greenhouse. Most of the glass panels are covered in grime from years of abandonment, wooden boards nailed to areas where the glass had fallen out. Rubbing at one of the glass panels, Shadow peers outside and sees a man in black holding an envelope, sighing as he walks over to the door.
Grabbing onto the metal door knob, Shadow pulls up on the door to lift it off of the ground, pulling it backwards before letting the door come to rest on the floor. The man before him is wearing tight black jeans and a black hoodie, which the stranger pulls the hood off of his head as he enters the building with a few strides. Shadow turns to acknowledge the ebony-haired man, whose brown eyes stare at him silently before handing over the envelope. It seemed that a job has suddenly been offered to him, though this is the first time any person had approached him directly, at his own home the conservatory.
"The boss heard you're a thief-for-hire."
"It depends. Who am I working for?"
"It's small-time stuff, so he didn't think you'd need a name."
"Hm... How much is the pay?"
"He said it's in the package... So it's up to you."
Shadow opens the envelope and pulls out a note, also pulling out fifty dollars. He glances over the paper, looking over at the man. "This isn't very much at all. If I use one dart, it'll cost twenty-five dollars to replace it." The man shrugs, remaining indifferent about the topic. "Look, it's nothing personal. The boss just wants to see if you're up to the task. If you get it done and over with, you'll get another job." Shadow nods, folding up the money. "I'll accept. Just give me time to prepare."
With a wave, the man turns and leaves the building, pausing just outside to glance back at Shadow. "You know... I'm curious to ask. Did they tattoo your face white, or your whole body?" Annoyed by the remark, Shadow turns away and grabs the door, picking it up and pushing it back into place. "Little brat," the man calls out, tossing a rock at the door. "You look like a panda anyways!" The man walks away with a contemptuous laugh, making his way through the tall weeds and grass that is growing wildly in the yard. The man gets into the passenger side of a blue Audi Roadster, which speeds off to the town.
Shadow walks up the steps and enters the barren parlor room, stopping to examine the written letter. Whoever this person is, his new employer, sure seemed to be an interesting individual already. It is definitely a person who is upper-class, he ponders as he reads the letter from front to back. A panda, the words ring clearly from his thoughts. Normally he would have been made angry by the remark, but today he felt rather degraded. It was considered normal to be questioned every now and then by past employers about his unusual features, but sometimes it gets the better of him.
Trudging to the bathroom that is located to the left of the ballroom, he walks inside and rubs the mirror to clean the dust off, looking at his reflection. His black-rimmed white irises and small black pupils give him more of a frightening look to other people, a black mask tattoo starkly contrasting with his white skin and short white hair. "Hmph," Shadow says as he turns away from the mirror, exiting the bathroom and waving the paper in the air. "I can't believe the nerves of that guy. But at least we got another job, Captain. I mean, it's been a full week since the last time anyone paid us to go steal something for them."
A black-spotted white cat meows as it lies on the back of the couch, a disinterested look on its face. Captain was a male stray cat that Shadow had befriended in a rougher time, and Shadow felt grateful to at least have so much as an animal as a friend. He pets the cat on the head gently, the cat flattening its ears as it closes its eyes contentedly. Walking into the kitchen, Shadow grabs a can of cat food off of the table and opens it with the can opener, emptying the moist contents of the can into a small dish. Captain stares at the food and flicks his tail, maintaining his position on the back of the couch. "All right," Shadow says with a grin. "I know you're not a morning kind of cat, but I've got to go scope out the place."
Throwing away the empty tin can into a garbage bucket, Shadow goes into the bathroom, unbuttoning and removing his vest before tugging off his black undershirt. He slips into a loose grey tee shirt and slips off his black tennis shoes, removing his pants and pulling them off before putting on a pair of worn blue jeans. Finished dressing, he puts on his shoes, looking over his shoulder. A black wig is hanging on a peg next to a tan knee-length trench coat, his disguise for slipping through public places unnoticed. After washing and drying his face, he applies some foundation to his face, going over it afterwards with a fine layer of face powder. Once the makeup is applied, he places them inside the mirrored vanity cabinet, closing it shut.
Slipping on the wig, he adjusts it in the mirror until it is positioned correctly, putting on the trench coat. Removing a plastic case from the closet shelf, he opens it and removes the two contact lenses from his eyes, placing them in the case carefully, withdrawing a set of dark blue contacts and putting them in place. After blinking a few times to adjust his eyes, he sets the container back in place, exiting the bathroom. "I'll see you later, Captain," Shadow says with a wave, grabbing a pair of gloves from atop the table and putting them on before picking up a slim compact camera from the table, leaving.
Section 2: The Silent Reflection
Shadow makes his way through the tall grass and weeds, headed into town. After walking along the abandoned street and passing up several old factories, he walks from street to street, headed into town. When he reaches the center of the town, he pauses to glance at his reflection in a tinted glass window of a bar, looking over when he sees a dark-haired man in the reflection as well. The man had been standing completely still, leaning against a parked silver sports car on the side of the road, his left hand in his pant pocket. The man watches Shadow, dark eyes menacing and unwavering. "Hey, you," the man calls out, pulling a cigarette out of a pack, lighting it before taking a drag. "What's with the getup?" Shadow feels his face flush, nervous. "Er... What?" Shadow asks nervously, keeping his distance. He was not expecting to be questioned by anyone in such a way. Surely this man was no member of the mafia?
"Your clothes. You know that's a woman's coat, don't you? You a pervert or something?" Shadow scowls at the man, a brawny guy from behind clamping a huge hand on Shadow's shoulder with a laugh. "Don't listen to him, boy. He's just had a few drinks." Shadow nods, turning and going on his way. A pervert or something, he grumbles to himself, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. Perhaps it would be in great fun to break into that man's house and take something. He kicks a rock and watches it bounce along aimlessly across the concrete, sighing. Who am I kidding? I don't steal for revenge... It'd be the wrong thing to do...
Upon reaching the street, he switches the camera on and sets it to record, walking along the sidewalk until he stops in front of the house. The house was a small one-story brick building, possibly a one-bedroom. Glancing around he noticed that no one was outside, possibly staying warm inside their homes. This spring has already started out a cold one, even without the snow on the ground. Smiling at the thought, he then continues to walk down the street, rounding the block before turning off the camera. Now all I have to do is just upload this, and I should be fine, Shadow thinks to himself, an unusual smile creeping on his face. Maybe if I can prove myself, and get somewhere again.
Leaving the neighborhood, Shadow heads back to the center of the town, soon stopping at the edge of a narrow alleyway. Glancing from side to side, he walks through the alley until he reaches a wooden door in the back of one of the tall brick buildings, waiting until the door opens. A burly middle-aged man with tousled brown hair and glasses looks at Shadow, and then opens the door for him. Once inside, the man closes and locks the door, taking the camera from Shadow.
"Been a while since you've come to me. Lack of business, or did you leave town for awhile?"
"Just haven't been hired for a while, is all... Sorry."
"You look a little scrawny. If you're hungry, go ahead and take whatever you want out of the fridge. Been meaning to clean it anyways. So help yourself and I'll start on the camera."
"I guess I am kind of hungry... But I don't want to-"
"No, you're not bothering anything. We order takeout all the time. You're one of the guys too, so go get something to eat."
Shadow nods, smiling. He walks over to the refrigerator and opens the door, looking inside. Cartons, sacks and trays are nearly packed inside of the fridge, Shadow picking out a small box of fried rice. He sits at the scratched up table nearby, looking over when the man carries over a pile of various meals from the fridge. "You can eat more than that. Go ahead and clean out the fridge." Accepting the plastic fork from the man, Shadow nods, smiling. "Thanks. I just hope I don't get too fattened up from all of this at once. Tonight I have a job to do, so I have to do my best."
The man nods, leaving the room. Shadow quickly helps himself to the various containers of food, scarfing it down. Rarely did he get to eat much of anything, but the man was generous in helping others less fortunate. Though he worked on film development for normal customers as a side job, he also helped Shadow out, keeping his 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. The man soon returns with a pile of pictures and the camera, placing them on the table. "There you go. Just don't forget to pay when you have the money." With a nod, Shadow picks up his trash and throws it away, picking up the pictures. "Maybe not this week, but I'll try to have the money by next week." The man nods, waving to Shadow before going about his business again. Shadow leaves the building, heading back to his home.
When he arrives back at the conservatory, he picks up the door and slides it open enough to enter, going inside before closing the door back in place. He walks over to the couch and sits down with a sigh, looking over when Captain comes into the room. Captain leaps up onto the couch and settles in Shadow's lap, Shadow petting him while going over the photos. "Glad you had a good meal, too. Hm... This area sure has a few good places for cover. No dogs, at least. But now I'm kind of curious... It's such a small, plain house. The letter said the person inside was filthy rich, and had a certain jewel... But if I don't do this... What do you think, Captain?" The cat pays no attention to him, Shadow smiling. "You're right. There's an alarm right there inside the house. I've already worked with this kind before. It'll be no problem."
After planning out his mission, Shadow goes into the bathroom, removing the wig and jacket, hanging them back on the pegs. He carefully exchanges the contacts and places them back in the container on the shelf, then grabs a washrag and a bar of soap. When he finishes washing all of the makeup from his face, he takes off the shirt and looks over when the door creaks open, Captain meowing. "Sorry, not right now, Captain." He motions for the cat to leave, closing the door. After bathing, Shadow gets dressed and heads into the ballroom, lying down on the couch. Captain hops up next to him and mews, Shadow petting him. "Good little kitty... I'm so full... I think I'll take a nap." Captain lies down next to him and purrs, the cat flattening its ears and closing its eyes contentedly.
Section 3: Unusual Employment
Shadow wakes up with a groan and looks around the room, carefully raising up so not to nudge the cat. "Man... I better start getting ready..." Getting up from the couch, he walks over to the poker table nearby, looking at his various types of equipment. Grabbing a small belt, he straps it around his bare leg, loading three darts into holdings on a metal blowgun. He then secures the blowgun with the belt, putting a belt around his waist. Tying up a small pouch of smokeballs, he also grabs a balisong, tucking it carefully into place. From his neck dangled a small chain, which held a small multi-tool.
Once he is ready, Shadow leaves the conservatory, headed back into town. It is night when he reaches the neighborhood, so he quickly passes from yard to yard until he reaches the house, leaning against the building. He peeks inside through a window and sees the interior is pitch-black, pulling out his multi-tool. He tests the front door and watches it slowly move open, sighing to ready himself. Stepping inside, he walks over to the alarm system and pops off the plastic cover with the tool's flathead screwdriver, pulling out the scissors to cut the cables.
"That won't be necessary," a voice calls out from the darkness, Shadow turning quickly to confront the man. The lights in the room turn on instantly. A man with flowing red locks of hair and dark blue eyes looks at Shadow, a smile spreading across his face. Oddly, the man is dressed in a business suit, a pair of white formal gloves on his hands. "You must be Shadow." Shadow keeps his distance, closing the multi-tool slowly. His heart races quickly. He did not know this man, but the man seemed to know him by name.
"Don't be so alarmed. I paid you the money. This was just a test to see your skills." Shadow sighs, relieved. "So you're my employer." The man nods, moving away from the wall. "In a sense. I've been asked to offer you a job. If you can pull off two more, the boss will want to have a word with you. He knows you're a thief-for-hire, as am I. So, are you interested?" Shadow thinks about it a moment, then nods. "Yeah. I've been wanting to work again."
The man reaches into his jacket pocket, tossing a clip loaded with ten dollar bills. "That's two hundred and fifty. Do what you want with it. You'll get your next job tomorrow morning." Shadow nods, the man leading him to the door. "Thanks for the money." The man smiles to Shadow, patting him on the shoulder. "Tomorrow will be more interesting, so go get some rest." The door behind Shadow clicks shut, Shadow glancing at the money in his hands. It seems the man wanted Shadow to go away, or was rather hurried about something, but perhaps his employer is simply a busy person. "Well, I better pay off some bills first thing this weekend." Leaving the same way he had came, Shadow makes his way to the outskirts of town, heading home for the night.
He wakes with a jolt when a glass window pane shatters, Captain leaping from the back of the couch with a frightened yowl. Shadow heads to the front door and looks at the glass shards that litter the floor, a note tied to a rock with a rubber band. "Aw, great. Now more bugs can get in until I fix this." Picking up the rock, he peels off the rubber band, opening the note and reading it. He trudges back to the couch and sits down with a yawn, snapping his fingers lightly. Captain comes running over, Shadow picking him up. He pets the cat gently, setting the note down.
"That's odd. Why would they want me to steal in the daytime? It's almost asking to get caught." He stands up and stretches, yawning. "Okay, Captain. This time you'll get to help me on the job. I only need five wallets. Think you can do it?" He carries the cat into the kitchen and sets him down, opening a bag of cat food and putting a handful into the dish. Going into the bathroom, Shadow puts on his disguise, preparing for the new task.
When he is ready, Shadow leaves the bathroom, snapping his fingers together quickly. Captain leaps from the couch and dashes over to Shadow, who scoops the cat up. "All right, buddy. Let's go get some work done. If we can do a good job, we'll hopefully get a good employer." Captain mews, Shadow placing the cat over his shoulder. After closing the door of the conservatory, Shadow heads to the town.
They soon reach the center of the town, which contains several shopping malls, outside diners, and more. Aside from the great locations of where money was to be taken, the hiding places and escape routes were many. This town he has lived in his whole life, and possibly no one else knew the layout as well as he does. "All right, Captain. Remember the alley. Find the green dumpster." Captain leaps out from the jacket sleeve and runs down the street, Shadow turning and walking away.
Section 4: Confrontation
Sitting at a small table that belongs to a nearby diner, the dark-haired man grumbles as he flips through a newspaper, putting out his cigarette and taking a drink of his gin and tonic. A woman with locks of flowing burgundy hair is also seated at the table, watching him take a drink. "Dominic... Maybe you should try to go a little easy on the intake today. I had plans, you know..." He folds up the paper and sets it down, sighing as he looks over at her. "Yeah... I'm sorry. Didn't mean to disappoint you."
Dominic pauses when he sees the guy walking across the street, nodding for the woman to look. "Stephany, have you ever seen that guy?" Stephany shrugs, turning back around in her seat. "Just another person out in town. I see him every great now and then... But look, I'm not disappointed in you. I just want you to stay a little focused. What is your opinion on the house you had to pay a trip to last night?" Dominic sighs, shaking his head. "Nothing. It was an empty house, so nothing got stolen or destroyed. Probably some punk that didn't know a thing about stealing." Stephany smiles, remaining optimistic about the topic. "Well, that's good to know. No one was hurt, and nothing got ruined." She leans forward to grab the newspaper, startled when a cat leaps up onto the table and dashes away just as quickly as it had appeared.
Alerted, Dominic jumps to his feet, pointing at the cat. "That furbag stole my wallet!" Stephany goes to grab him by the arm, Dominic instead running after the cat. Running around the legs of passerby as it races down the street, the cat ducks into an alley, dodging the potholes and dumpsters. Once the coast is clear, the cat wanders down a side alley, soon reaching an old green dumpster. Crawling underneath, the cat drops the wallet from its mouth, glancing around. Ready to start out again, Captain crawls out from the hiding spot, running down the alley.
While wandering around in public, Shadow feels the empty jacket pockets, sighing. "Man... Bet Captain's having better luck than I am." He turns the corner and stops when the black-haired man nearly runs into him, both of their eyes widening. The man suddenly grabs Shadow, shoving him against the nearby brick building. "Ow-!" cries out Shadow with surprise, the man flipping Shadow around to face the building. The man quickly gives Shadow a pat-down, the woman running over to them.
"Dominic! What do you think you're doing?" She asks, pulling at the man's arm. "What are you doing? First you call me a pervert, now you're shoving me against walls," Shadow says, looking over at the woman. "Mister, I'm so sorry. I'll pay you whatever you want, since he seems to keep causing you problems." The woman reaches into her purse and pulls out two twenty dollar bills, shoving Dominic aside. "Well, you shouldn't dress so suspiciously," Dominic snaps, drawing back as he calms down. "My wallet ran off with a furball, so I thought you'd know something about it."
Shadow turns around to face them both as he straightens his jacket, the woman holding out the money. "I'm so sorry about this. I didn't know he's been harassing you like this." Shadow shakes his head, holding up his hand. "No, you can keep your money. I'm not interested in it. But what are you, a police officer or something? I haven't seen you before." The remark gets Dominic's attention, irking him. "What, you up to no good?" The woman smiles, urging the man away. "No, Dominic's on vacation. I'm Stephany, and sorry we had to meet like this. He's just had a little too much to drink again. So we'll just let you get going." She shoves Dominic from behind, forcing him away.
Shadow turns and walks away, both his heart and his mind racing. Man, that guy was after me. I better check on Captain soon. I hope he isn't hurt... He quickly makes his way through the crowd of onlookers, keeping his head down. That guy has to be an officer or something. Maybe I should get a different disguise or something... But where is he from? I've never seen the guy before...
When he gets a safe distance away, Shadow heads down an alley, turning down another alley before reaching the green dumpster. Captain crawls out to look at Shadow, who reaches under the dumpster and pulls out two wallets. "Good work, Captain. Let's hurry up and get out of here before that guy comes after us." Shoving the wallets into his pocket, Shadow scoops up the cat, keeping him hidden in the jacket. Without hesitation, he leaves the alley, heading home.
Once he reaches the conservatory, he stops when he sees the front door is open, his eyes widening. If that man had somehow found Shadow's home... A person inside comes to the doorway, Shadow sighing. It is his employer from last night, in a different business suit. "There you are, Shadow. I didn't hear anyone inside, so I helped myself in. Quite the door you have." Shadow nods, the man smiling. "Nothing's been touched. I only brought you something to eat. Don't worry, it's not poisoned either, because you've got another job... Assuming you have the five wallets?"
Shadow lets Captain loose, the cat arching its back and hissing, staying near Shadow's legs. Shadow grabs the wallets from his pockets, handing them over. "Here they are. I didn't get to check any of them though, so I'm not sure how much money there is..." The man checks the wallets quickly, pausing at one of them. The man then smiles and folds the wallet, patting Shadow on the shoulder. "No, you've done just what was required. I'm surprised you managed to get a hold of at least one of them. I'll talk to the boss about this. Good luck out there tomorrow." The man leaves with a friendly wave, Shadow picking up Captain with a smile. "This is great, Captain. We get another job." The cat mews, Shadow petting him on the head.
Shadow carries the cat inside, closing the door. He looks around the building but sees nothing out of place, shrugging. Heading to the kitchen table, he looks at the sack which contains various restaurant containers of food inside, setting Captain down on the floor. "Man, now that I think about it, I am kind of hungry." Taking off the wig and the jacket, Shadow sits at the table, picking up the note and reading it. With a hum, he sets it aside, pulling out the food containers. After inspecting everything, he eats quickly until everything is gone, then stands up and throws away his trash. Taking his wig and jacket, he heads to the bathroom.
Half an hour later he walks into the living room and towel-dries his hair, sitting on the couch. Captain leaps up onto the couch, Shadow petting the cat. "You did a good job today, Captain. I'm just glad you're okay. When that guy mentioned you, I was really worried." The cat curls up on Shadow's lap and purrs contentedly, closing its eyes. Shadow smiles, continuing to talk to the cat, not bothering to care if it understood a word or not. "Tomorrow will be a really big day. It'll be no problem. But I'll have to go as myself after hours."
Lying down on the couch, Shadow puts the cat on his chest, petting him gently. Shadow looks up at the ceiling, which is all made of glass panes. The panes are all covered in lime and dirt, blocking out the direct afternoon sunlight. The large windows behind the couch also let in little light, making the orange panes glow warmly. With a yawn, Shadow closes his eyes, ready for sleep. He wakes a few hours later and stretches as he stands up, petting Captain on the head. "Get some sleep, Captain. I'll be back when I can." Reaching under the couch, Shadow grabs a cloth sack, also grabbing a black hooded mask.
Section 5: Fake jewels
Shadow leaves the conservatory and glances up at the sky, stretching again. The night sky is cloudy, the moon barely visible. It is another cold night, so he pulls the jacket closer to his body, lowering his head. Walking along the trail, he heads to town, keeping a quick pace. Once he gets to the center of the town, he makes his way through the maze of alleyways, glancing at the buildings as he passes by them. Only a few lights in different areas of town were on at this time of night, just from people who were either still awake or those that preferred to sleep with their televisions turned on.
Reaching the building a few minutes later, he slips the hooded mask over his head, peering inside. The alarm was nowhere to be seen, possibly located in a different room. The jewelry store was dark inside, Shadow sighing as he readies himself. Okay... It's only fake jewelry they want... he thinks, mulling it over one last time. Not sure why they would want fake jewelry, but the choices were pretty specific. Going around the side of the brick building, he notes the narrow window, pulling some tape out of the bag. Covering the window with several strips of tape, he uses both feet and kicks it in, sliding inside on his bottom.
Landing on his feet, Shadow grabs his bag and withdraws the balisong from his belt, moving over to the display cases. Throwing off the black cloth that covers the jewelry display cases, he breaks the case with the end of the metal handle of his knife. Grabbing several rings and necklaces, he shoves them in the bag, hurrying over to the window. Tossing the bag out, Shadow leaps up and crawls through the windowsill, getting to his feet.
Sirens slowly come into range, Shadow grabbing the bag and running to the building on the opposite side of the alley, where a fire escape ladder is located. Getting up onto a dumpster, he leaps for the ladder and pulls himself up, heading upstairs to the roof. He does not wait around for the police to come, instead keeping away from the edge of the roof as he makes his way to the next building, where a doorway on the rooftop was located. His only task, to slip into the hallway of the apartment complex and sneak out the back and into the night.
In the morning, a throng of curious onlookers and reporters alike surround the front of the alley and the jewelry store, an officer holding up his arm to deter an onlooker. "Please stay back, this is a crime scene. Do not cross the yellow tape." A dark-haired man in a tan trench coat makes his way under the police tape, the woman following him closely. "Glad you could make it today, detective," the officer says, motioning to the man in charge, the Lieutenant, a bean pole of a man with a relentless determination when it comes to work.
"Dominic, there you are. Feeling up for a small job today?" the Lieutenant asks, approaching and shaking Dominic's hand firmly. "Why call for something so trivial? It looks like there are enough people here to get the job done." The older man nods, putting his long arm over Dominic's shoulders. "No prints, no witnesses, no surveillance. Over in the alley is the window the person got in and out of. Just look around. Say what you think." With a nod, Dominic walks over to the window and inspects the frame, measuring the length and width with his hands. Walking around to the front of the building, he goes inside and looks down at the jewelry case, noting the black cloth and broken glass case. After staying quiet for a moment, the Lieutenant walks over, raising his eyebrows in question.
"Well?" the Lieutenant asks, waiting for an answer. "He's different from the others," Dominic says lowly, sounding disinterested. "What is it?" Turning, Dominic points to the window. "It opens up from the top hinges. He instead kicked it open from the left and right sides. Seems he suspected if the silent alarm was tripped, the closed window would lock... Which I remember from before, this has happened in the past from the other attempted robberies. He then walked over to the cases, busted only this one open, but not with a heavy object like a crowbar or baseball bat. The glass around the edges are still mostly intact. After grabbing a few select rings and necklaces only - out of everything else - he walks away. The location of the cloth indicates the suspect could be right handed." The Lieutenant nods, pointing to the front window.
"Why not get out that way? And where did he go?" Dominic leaves the building, walking over to where Stephany has been waiting. "Wait, Dominic," the Lieutenant calls out, following him. "You didn't quite answer yet," he says, persistent. "The front window is tampered, since it has been from the first robbery. Hitting the glass won't break it at all. Other than that, he got away in the alley, possibly by going up the ladder straight across from the building, because I didn't see any prints leading down either side of the alley. Go check up there. Probably found a door and made his way down. That's all I can say." With a nod, Dominic walks under the yellow tape, Stephany walking with him.
He glances over his shoulder and notes that none of the reporters or onlookers even bother to follow or even notice him, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. It seemed just like yesterday that no one could resist looking to him for help and asking him for autographs. How quick publicity turns on people, he thinks to himself, scowling. Taking out a cigarette, he lights it and takes a drag, rubbing at his right shoulder. "Are you all right, Dominic?" Stephany asks, stopping next to the car that is parked on the side of the road, a black Dodge Charger. "I'm going to go home. I don't feel good." He walks away, dropping the car keys on the ground, a trail of smoke following from him as he makes his way across the street and around the corner of a nearby building.
 Shadow Belmonte · Sun May 27, 2012 @ 09:41pm · 0 Comments |
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