[ His profession being what it is, Claude only gets off late, and his figure staggering down the streets is a familiar sight around these parts. Usually he has a nice walk home, filling his lungs with the cold, crisp air of the night and relishing the quiet.
Tonight, however, someone comes racing towards him like a bat out of hell, and he raises both arms, looking equal parts bewildered and ready for a fight. It quickly becomes apparent a fight won't be necessary. She's just a young slip of a thing, and she sounds utterly terrified. ]
Hey, slow down! What's going on? [ He peers behind her. ] Is someone chasing you?
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Tonight, however, someone comes racing towards him like a bat out of hell, and he raises both arms, looking equal parts bewildered and ready for a fight. It quickly becomes apparent a fight won't be necessary. She's just a young slip of a thing, and she sounds utterly terrified. ]
Hey, slow down! What's going on? [ He peers behind her. ] Is someone chasing you?