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Isabelle was, you guessed it, bored. She casually walked down the street as it was starting to get dark. She smirked at the thought of her dagger resting in her boot. She continued walking and drew her coat a bit closer considering it was a bit chilly for her taste. When Isabelle heard someone behind her she stopped at turned around. "Hello." She greeted, without much emotion.















