[center][h1]Ren White[/h1][/center]
[center][h2]Central Point[/h2][/center]
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[color=gray]Ugh. All this Christmas cheery nonsense is so annoying.[/color] Ren was trudging through the streets, doing his best to avoid bumping into what seemed to be a brainless mass of high-energetic zombies, hungry for hot chocolate and gingerbread cookies instead of brains. Why did he decide to come here again? Good question. After staying holed up in his apartment for the last few days, Ren was in dire need of some new scenery. He asked William to drop him of downtown, but that damn chauffeur seemed to have a plan of his own, forcing Ren to experience the festivities the town was arranging.

Ren was wearing an knitted infinity scarf around his neck and he had pulled it all the way up to his nose, both in order to stay warm and in an effort to avoid anybody recognising him. Whoever that might be. A frown on his lips, Ren steered his way towards a booth that sold coffee - filthy, street made coffee - but it would have to do.