[the problem with the people down the path isn't entirely obvious. there's just something off about them, like someone only glanced at their faces and remembered them from memory. the gaze slides off them easily.
mob doesn't bat an eye. the pink haired one holds a bat.]
Where are you going? [she asks. even mob looks a little confused before glancing down. something about all this felt off even to him, something wasn't right.]
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mob doesn't bat an eye. the pink haired one holds a bat.]
Where are you going? [she asks. even mob looks a little confused before glancing down. something about all this felt off even to him, something wasn't right.]