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The longer one walked on the street, the more peculiarities seemed to spring up in the peripherals of their vision. But the moment the eyes fixated upon them, they would vanish. The long shadows of the evening carried phantom malevolence that seeped deep into the crevices of mind. In those dark pits of the subconscious, paranoia took root and bloomed. Regardless of danger real or imagined, the imperative to remove oneself from the open streets as quickly as possible was one not readily dismissed.

[@Lady Amalthea] Sunie was on her way for a bite to eat, but where was she actually going? There were plenty of restaurants in the area; none were particularly large and more than a couple were of ill repute, but there was definitely a spectrum of tastes and prices available in the immediate vicinity. The uncertainty that loomed over the streets didn't affect those protected by the glass walls. Peril existed on the outside, but in their fortresses of brick business reigned evermore.

[@Nallore] Armed with a new phone, Anthony sought to brave the elements. He still had another 5 hours left before the scheduled meeting was to occur, but it took no fortune teller to foretell that the date was likely to never come to pass. Perhaps it would be best to retreat to the apartment and wait out the coming storm. However, from direct observation, very few spared more than the briefest consideration for his existence. Maybe the ire of the masses would pass over him, as if he were marked with the blood of a lamb. Or perhaps there could be a place that would not get caught up in the impending disaster.