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₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together
Escaping an attack intended to end his life isn’t something he simply ‘survive from it’s either he eliminates the enemy or it’s made sure to a certain extent he’s sure those hands wouldn’t touch any other today though isn’t the case. He had been running from the hunter for a long while now through alleys and up roofs. These savages had their rules which painfully disadvantage them on the capture which is to hunt without no eyes observing and that gave him the last card.
He stood under the small roof barely taller than his head which another woman was present. She was dressed up so nicely it’s a shame none of it had to get soaking wet,her hair was dripping and not counting her bag which he assumes probably cost her more than anything. She seemed cold with her both arms wrapped around herself and also the series of teeth clattering. He couldn’t ignore her and so assistance was in the option. The male took off his coat which didn’t make quite of a difference in temperature having an animalistic temperature himself. ”Are you alright” that shifted her gaze towards him,no words were spoken just simply her eyes reflecting the water drops. He couldn’t help but admire the clear pigment then right before anything was detected he offers her his coat “Put it on..it’s cold and you’re wet”