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[sub]Near the Docks, The Cham[/sub][/center]
As the mug of tea splashed against the ground, Yuuki’s right eye twitched, the details of that emotionless man’s face etched into the back of his brain, even while his mind was filled with a color akin to vanilla-white.

Then, there was movement. A tight grip. From his position, he was pulled up and dragged away. For a few moments, the blue-eyed youth did not act, his feet sliding against the uneven pavement. But stagnation did not last long and he found his own pace soon enough, winter boots slapping against sunlit cobblestone as the trio left the market.

The tea may have been most fragrant, but his backpack had also been left behind.

But that couldn’t be helped, could it?

Slowly, the merchants and their wagons gave way to more ‘common folk’, a couple street performers casting curious glances at the trio of guys. Before much could be said, however, an even weirder girl showed up, the gold of her outfit reminiscent of a particular audacious priestess, the scarlet attire reminiscent of blood and fire. Yuuki regarded her cautiously for a moment, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling before he let out a long sigh.

He wasn’t dead. She wasn’t the same as the gas mask man. They had different objectives. Paranoia and distrust will bring him nowhere. Wasn’t he resolved to die to begin with?

Fucking stupid ass teenager.

[b]“That’s unlikely,”[/b] Yuuki replied, a glance towards Ashton, [b]“Our circumstances aren’t exactly the same, after all…but yeah, we could certainly help. Could you give us an idea of what your mistress looks like, Miss…?”[/b]

The youth gestured vaguely with a smile, encouraging the redhead to share her name.