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if you don't know what a music hall is/or looks like, i suggest you look it up before hand!
when you see the "~" play the song above! when you see the "•" stop the song above!
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"SO THIS IS THE VENUE..." Dabi muttered under his breath, looking up as he stood in a dark alley next to the music hall. A cold breeze blew through, making him shiver with irritation. "It's too fucking cold for this shit." He whispered, the nightly temperature so low that he could see his breath in the air.
He stuffed his glove covered hands into his pants, walking to a back door that acted as a back entrance inside the building. Dabi slowly opened the door, it creaking loudly as he peeked his head inside.
The hall was completely empty, but there was distant chatter coming from the auditorium. He stepped inside the hall, closing the door behind him. He adjusted his shades, as he was dressed in all black to cover every inch of his skin.
Wearing baggy black sweats and shoes, a black hoodie, a black cap, black sunglasses, black gloves, and a black mask—he could easily blend into the shadows.
Musutafu Concert Hall. Infamous for its extraordinary orchestra, ballet, and theatre performances. It reeked of expensive body mist, with a hint of fancy champagne and cigarettes. With it being a Friday night, the place was sure to be packed, so Dabi needed to be stealthy.
