I pry my eyes open at the sound of a human voice. I’m shaking and my chin is covered from blood I’d previously coughed up. The blood also stains my hoodie and hands, and my body shakes violently. My head snaps in the direction of the voice, seeing a masked figure. But it was a human, nonetheless.
“D-Did you not see that thing?!” I ask, terrified beyond belief. “T-The tall figure with no face??” I plead, standing up and shakily making my way over to him.
“P-Please tell me it’s *gone*..!” I ask. As I approach the man, I step into the moonlight and reveal myself. I’m an average height male with curly black hair that frames my face, glasses, and tattoos littering my arms. I have a dagger strapped to my hip, but it’s clear I haven’t even touched it, as it’s still securely fastened in its harness. I’m wearing a deep red hoodie, making the blood stains appear brown on it, along with baggy cargo pants and sneakers. I have snakebite piercings in my bottom lip, and my eyes are bloodshot with bags under them. I’m quite pale from the bloodloss, but I can still walk so I don’t pay attention to it.
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