[ makin’ my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass…
it’s a perfectly average day. sha-ming is not a part of this hunt; not willingly. on the contrary, his objective to stay as far away as possible from it. hence why he’s dwelling in the outskirts of the city, far, far away from this nonsense.
except the luck is not in his cards. he peers over his own shoulder — paranoia is getting the better of him. there’s this bad feeling roiling in his stomach, and he can’t quite parse why. ]
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it’s a perfectly average day. sha-ming is not a part of this hunt; not willingly. on the contrary, his objective to stay as far away as possible from it. hence why he’s dwelling in the outskirts of the city, far, far away from this nonsense.
except the luck is not in his cards. he peers over his own shoulder — paranoia is getting the better of him. there’s this bad feeling roiling in his stomach, and he can’t quite parse why. ]