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Biff chalked the whispers to a gust of wind or something of the like. He trudged forth towards the gunshots, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure wandering in the snow. He raised a hand to his forehead to block the sun, despite there being clouds in the sky and that he was wearing aviators. He confirmed it, there was someone up ahead.

Biff got down low and took a few deep drags from his cigar, then dropped it in the snow next to him, placing another between his lips. He stood up and put on his [color=fff200][b]GAME FACE[/b][/color], stepping towards the figure before him, unaware of how [color=ed1c24][i][b]TWISTED[/b][/i][/color] the fucker in front of him truly was.