Report. 20
Oh, whatever. I can't be bothered trying to figure out why one of those was hanging around.
Dusk, wandering around in the first few days of September. Probably killing something, though most likely sent by the Organization. Can't be bothered deciphiring it - probably a freak of Dusk-nature.
Oh, pretty boy, whatever your name was? You owe me a fight.
Dusk, wandering around in the first few days of September. Probably killing something, though most likely sent by the Organization. Can't be bothered deciphiring it - probably a freak of Dusk-nature.
Oh, pretty boy, whatever your name was? You owe me a fight.