Xan is inside, resting on one of rafters while smoking. His leg dangles off and waves in the air a bit.
<DBD Encounter>
-Survivor-
A Young man, around the age of 20-30 is sitting at the bar. His body is muscular but is tattooed in scars and bruises. His skin is fair, slightly tanned and slightly caked in sweat. His short brown hair is shaven around the sides and sticks up in the front. His amber-brown eyes dart around the room while sipping his ale. He is dressed in a comfortable outfit, a simple t-shirt, green jacket, beige slacks, and boots.
-Killer-
The woods are filled with howling screams from something that is far from human or animal. Animals seem to hide from sight, no birds or crickets make noise, it starts getting eerily quiet then the howling and screams start back up again.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan is inside, resting on one of rafters while smoking. His leg dangles off and waves in the air a bit.
<DBD Encounter>
-Survivor-
A Young man, around the age of 20-30 is sitting at the bar. His body is muscular but is tattooed in scars and bruises. His skin is fair, slightly tanned and slightly caked in sweat. His short brown hair is shaven around the sides and sticks up in the front. His amber-brown eyes dart around the room while sipping his ale. He is dressed in a comfortable outfit, a simple t-shirt, green jacket, beige slacks, and boots.
-Killer-
The woods are filled with howling screams from something that is far from human or animal. Animals seem to hide from sight, no birds or crickets make noise, it starts getting eerily quiet then the howling and screams start back up again.
Xan is inside, resting on one of rafters while smoking. His leg dangles off and waves in the air a bit.
<DBD Encounter>
-Survivor-
A Young man, around the age of 20-30 is sitting at the bar. His body is muscular but is tattooed in scars and bruises. His skin is fair, slightly tanned and slightly caked in sweat. His short brown hair is shaven around the sides and sticks up in the front. His amber-brown eyes dart around the room while sipping his ale. He is dressed in a comfortable outfit, a simple t-shirt, green jacket, beige slacks, and boots.
-Killer-
The woods are filled with howling screams from something that is far from human or animal. Animals seem to hide from sight, no birds or crickets make noise, it starts getting eerily quiet then the howling and screams start back up again.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan is inside, resting on one of rafters while smoking. His leg dangles off and waves in the air a bit.
<DBD Encounter>
-Survivor-
A Young man, around the age of 20-30 is sitting at the bar. His body is muscular but is tattooed in scars and bruises. His skin is fair, slightly tanned and slightly caked in sweat. His short brown hair is shaven around the sides and sticks up in the front. His amber-brown eyes dart around the room while sipping his ale. He is dressed in a comfortable outfit, a simple t-shirt, green jacket, beige slacks, and boots.
-Killer-
The woods are filled with howling screams from something that is far from human or animal. Animals seem to hide from sight, no birds or crickets make noise, it starts getting eerily quiet then the howling and screams start back up again.
Xan is inside, resting on one of rafters while smoking. His leg dangles off and waves in the air a bit.
<DBD Encounter>
-Survivor-
A Young man, around the age of 20-30 is sitting at the bar. His body is muscular but is tattooed in scars and bruises. His skin is fair, slightly tanned and slightly caked in sweat. His short brown hair is shaven around the sides and sticks up in the front. His amber-brown eyes dart around the room while sipping his ale. He is dressed in a comfortable outfit, a simple t-shirt, green jacket, beige slacks, and boots.
-Killer-
The woods are filled with howling screams from something that is far from human or animal. Animals seem to hide from sight, no birds or crickets make noise, it starts getting eerily quiet then the howling and screams start back up again.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan is inside, resting on one of rafters while smoking. His leg dangles off and waves in the air a bit.
<DBD Encounter>
-Survivor-
A Young man, around the age of 20-30 is sitting at the bar. His body is muscular but is tattooed in scars and bruises. His skin is fair, slightly tanned and slightly caked in sweat. His short brown hair is shaven around the sides and sticks up in the front. His amber-brown eyes dart around the room while sipping his ale. He is dressed in a comfortable outfit, a simple t-shirt, green jacket, beige slacks, and boots.
-Killer-
The woods are filled with howling screams from something that is far from human or animal. Animals seem to hide from sight, no birds or crickets make noise, it starts getting eerily quiet then the howling and screams start back up again.
Xan is inside, resting on one of rafters while smoking. His leg dangles off and waves in the air a bit.
<DBD Encounter>
-Survivor-
A Young man, around the age of 20-30 is sitting at the bar. His body is muscular but is tattooed in scars and bruises. His skin is fair, slightly tanned and slightly caked in sweat. His short brown hair is shaven around the sides and sticks up in the front. His amber-brown eyes dart around the room while sipping his ale. He is dressed in a comfortable outfit, a simple t-shirt, green jacket, beige slacks, and boots.
-Killer-
The woods are filled with howling screams from something that is far from human or animal. Animals seem to hide from sight, no birds or crickets make noise, it starts getting eerily quiet then the howling and screams start back up again.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan is inside, resting on one of rafters while smoking. His leg dangles off and waves in the air a bit.
<DBD Encounter>
-Survivor-
A Young man, around the age of 20-30 is sitting at the bar. His body is muscular but is tattooed in scars and bruises. His skin is fair, slightly tanned and slightly caked in sweat. His short brown hair is shaven around the sides and sticks up in the front. His amber-brown eyes dart around the room while sipping his ale. He is dressed in a comfortable outfit, a simple t-shirt, green jacket, beige slacks, and boots.
-Killer-
The woods are filled with howling screams from something that is far from human or animal. Animals seem to hide from sight, no birds or crickets make noise, it starts getting eerily quiet then the howling and screams start back up again.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Xan is inside, resting on one of rafters while smoking. His leg dangles off and waves in the air a bit.
<DBD Encounter>
-Survivor-
A Young man, around the age of 20-30 is sitting at the bar. His body is muscular but is tattooed in scars and bruises. His skin is fair, slightly tanned and slightly caked in sweat. His short brown hair is shaven around the sides and sticks up in the front. His amber-brown eyes dart around the room while sipping his ale. He is dressed in a comfortable outfit, a simple t-shirt, green jacket, beige slacks, and boots.
-Killer-
The woods are filled with howling screams from something that is far from human or animal. Animals seem to hide from sight, no birds or crickets make noise, it starts getting eerily quiet then the howling and screams start back up again.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan is inside, resting on one of rafters while smoking. His leg dangles off and waves in the air a bit.
<DBD Encounter>
-Survivor-
A Young man, around the age of 20-30 is sitting at the bar. His body is muscular but is tattooed in scars and bruises. His skin is fair, slightly tanned and slightly caked in sweat. His short brown hair is shaven around the sides and sticks up in the front. His amber-brown eyes dart around the room while sipping his ale. He is dressed in a comfortable outfit, a simple t-shirt, green jacket, beige slacks, and boots.
-Killer-
The woods are filled with howling screams from something that is far from human or animal. Animals seem to hide from sight, no birds or crickets make noise, it starts getting eerily quiet then the howling and screams start back up again.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Emmet cranes his neck. "Cowboy?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Morning*
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
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"Yep" he purred
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"What's a cowboy?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Ugh, nevermind" he said and jumped down
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Okay, but what is a cowboy?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Like I said, forget it" he said and chuckled
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Fine. Want to grab a drink?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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"sure" he said and followed, leaning on Emmet
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Lore walks over to him and sets down a mug of tea, pushing it towards him. "Morning"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Emmet bears the weight and walks to the bar.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Theren looks up with tired eyes. "Mornin." he mumbles
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Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan sits down with a smile on his face
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Are you ok?" she asks and tilts her head
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Who might you be?" Blitz asks while adjusting his doctors bag.
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Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
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