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_{“You’re not a guest here! You’re not– WE’re not supposed to be here!!” She made sure her voice was low and quiet as she looked him over, frowning deeply at his appearance.}

_{No one was supposed to be here, this had been an ‘in and out’ kind of job and now some dude in a mask was beside her. She glanced back to the lit up screen, her frown growing.
“What do you want??”}

       _{HE doesn’t say anything, stepping back into the shadows a moment until he was invisible ; enveloped by the darkness. ❛ who’s to say i want anything ? ❜ he breathes, words silky & smooth, impeccably quiet & frustratingly vague. he’s gone for a while, before reflection is shown clearly in the monitor of the terminal. however, if she were to turn around, he’d be nowhere to be seen.}

       _{he didn’t have to be so mysterious. the pope’s own ritual ghouls were far friendlier, more approachable. they explained themselves & were prim & proper & humorous. they won hearts & loyalty to the chapel all over. but arsenic was a strange soul. ❛ what are you doing ? ❜ he repeats.}