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The loud patter of quickened feet filled the cold night. The scenery around the great hero had became a great blur as his eyes were locked straight forward. "Get him, black voice! He stole my purse!" A woman yelled from behind him. The young hero could see the perpetrator in his vision, a burly man with dark clothing on running down the side walk. Not letting him get away, he sprinted onward, giving chase to the crook. He was determined to apprehend him, slowly closing the gap between him and himself. Black voice turned the corner sharply, pursuing the thief as he snapped his head back at him. Quickly he threw the nearest item he could get hi

5:55am. It was close but thankfully no one saw him before he could get here. His eyes now spotted the tall grand brick dorm building up ahead. Finally, safety, warmth, and comfort were only a few feet away. Finally, he could get some rest from this long winded goose chase all over the city. His body ached all over from all the running he had done. His jaw was especially tired from the gag that was forced in his mouth. He grunted through it, trying to make do of what he can at the moment. If only he knew how to pick locks. This would be so much easier. To add more bad luck to the situation, he reeked of spoiled milk and rotten eggs. Even thoug

"Vincent!" A male voice yells followed a loud slap of wood. The noise ripped Vince our of dreamland as he shot our of his seat. His eyes Wiley searching the entire room, scanning rapidly. His heart raced, pounding madly. Thoughts flickered stumbled on themselves make it hard for Vincent anything for a moment. He paused, noticing the neatly lined rows of seats, the blackboard pinned to the north wall, and the several open windows that beam sunlight from outside. "…wait a second…" he muttered to himself. His mind began to dig deep for his memory for a brief second before his body started to relax, sliding back into his chair. "̷

It wasn't long before the latex clad warrior was on the streets. Uneasy thoughts streamed wildly through his head as he sprinted. how could he had let this happen, he thought. A string of constant robberies was happening right under his nose just like that. And the worst part of it all was that he didn't know about this until now. faster he sprinted, running down the sidewalk passages. Finally, he made it to the scene of the crime. It was an antique shop just like Maru had said, a small brick building that sat at the corner in the big city. Police cars and officers littered the area along with caution tape. Hanging off the edge of the roof w

Vincent sprinted as fast as he could, cutting through the building to get to the next one. It wasn't hard to find the Culinary department. Although the only time he ever walked inside it's halls was last night, he could easy navigate himself there. The architectural and engineering building, where his classes were mostly were at, was right next to the Fine arts building. If his memory served him well, the culinary department was the first floor of the building. however the hard part was finding out where exactly where her classes were held at. last night didn't help at all. the halls that she dragged him in was dimmed out and shrouded with so