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Sly was in an troublemaking mood, thus how had ended up splattered with blood. Glamour rune being not entirely functional as tiredness from the use started kicking in. Propped against an building wiping an throwing knife on blood stained gray jeans. Had been an morally gray night but to be fair most the blood was- from the patrol partner who “accidently” died to an demon. One less shitty circle member in the world. Not minding the footsteps cause was human territory. So didn’t expect anybody who would notice them. Tucking the knife back away then stretching. When noticed- actually had been noticed. “So you can see me- damn you’re not human or- Oh an downworlder.” Grateful hadn’t taken off the hood that cast shadows and made facial features all but non existant. “Swear I’m not an serial killer this is just an accident with an blood delivery truck.”