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[color=662d91][center][i][sub]Click... Clack...[/sub]

Click... Clack...
[h3]Click... Clack...[/h3][/i][/center][/color]

[center]Mankind's hearts are easily warped.

He hoped this time wasn't a disappointment.

[color=ed1c24]Voices call.[/color][/center]

[color=ed1c24][right]"It's your fault! I know it is!"[/right]
"Why do things like this happen to the innocent..."
[right][indent]"This just in, more suicides bring worry to all of Neo Tokyo with another death in the Akihabara District..."[/indent][/right]
[indent]"Is it... even worth it anymore..."[/indent]
[center]"Would anyone ever even care?[/center][/color]

[center]The man of a mask, shadowed by the image of Comedy and Tragedy, black tailcoat flowing behind him as his boots made echoing sounds through the darkness...

Visions of atrocities.

Blood.

Bodies.

Guns.

All forms of tainted memories drip and flow in the dark... Puddles of avarice.


All of it bled away as he approached a table. a list of names. Four contracts, Four names.

He never thought he would get this far. Now he just needed to set everything into motion...

It was time.
[color=ed1c24]Kosuke.[/color]
[color=00aeef]Fubuki.[/color]
[color=662d91]Chihiro.[/color]
[color=fff200][s]Kiana.[/s]
Tohato[/color]

His eyes glinted in the shadow. [i]This was going to be [b]fun.[/b][/i][/center]

[center]The contracts burned away in wisps of dark flame. He would look forward to this group's interactions... Now the first hurdle was getting them together. He turned on his heel, the table sinking into the shadow, loosing shape... consumed and enveloped by the darkness.

He needed to prepare. The predecessors were useless to him, he needed to make sure this wouldn't be a failure.[/center]

[@Baphomini][@Kronshi][@Girlie Go Boom]
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[center][h2][color=662d91]Chihiro[/color][/h2][/center]

Chihiro woke with a start, bolting upright in her bed. She was drenched in sweat... [i]What the fuck just happened?[/i] Mind racing, heart hammering hard in her chest... That dream... it felt too real...

A tall man in a weird mask was at a table, he gave them a contract... her hand write her name on the dotted line before she could even think about it... She had heard that dreams were your brain processing the events of the day, but what the hell was that supposed to underline? She shook her head, trying to shake some kind of feeling of dread... 

[b]What was it supposed to mean...?[/b]