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turbulenttroika
betterhealing myriadofmuses magykalkitsune
Night had befallen Death City, the city of the underworld, the moon and streetlights scattered around the streets being some of the few light sources of illumination at this time.
Sam walked down the sidewalk, passing shops that were still open. She barely went out at this time, mainly for the fact that it was against the rules of the academy but...something was calling her to come out. It was a gut feeling that disturbed her so much that it forced her to come out.
"Oh man...Teacher is going to be so mad when he finds out I'm out this late." The young reaper sighed, running a hand through her hair. That is until she heard a noise and immediately tensed.
It was a city, there were criminals of all sorts lurking in the shadows, it didn't matter to her. What mattered to her was what were they. She turned her head, behind her, keeping a steady hand on her scythe folded and attached to her belt.
"Hm? Who's there?..."