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A cigarette rested between his teeth, as Blythe fumbled with his gun lighter, crafted to resemble a sniper rifle. Bringing it to his lips, he set the cigarette aflame, taking a long, drawn out drag as he pulled it from his lips, exhaling a ring of smoke. Blue hues flicker to meet those of Charlottes, a smile pressing at his lips. "Do my eyes mistake me?"









