prologue

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tap. tap. tap

the sounds of footsteps echoing throughout the sleeping city grew louder, as a shadowed figure jumped from roof to roof.

a crash of thunder determined the incoming of a storm, and a huge flash of light followed after the loud sound. the figures features lit up; blue hair, crystal eyes and a single black scarf covered his nose and lips.

the upcoming of an isolated mansion was in sight, the place challenging the size of the whitehouse itself. the figure stood in the gravel driveway, the fine stones crunching underneath his weight. the quiet gushing of the water in the water fountain was the only thing to be heard.

bingo, this was the place.

the ro'meave mansion.

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phew, its 2:30 in the morning for me lmao. I'm currently itching to sketch this scene lol

I hope you like the prologue!

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