He walks quickly, his hood falling over his face as he carries a heavy blunt object dripping with a red liquid that seems to have stained his hands aswell. He looks around occasionally, mainly to see where he's going. He lifts his head up to look around again, but his eyes meet yours from a distance. You can't read his expression, but you know that he has seen you, because now he has come to a complete stop, staring at you
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