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𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐄 . 𝐈𝐈 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✦: The mention of body interaction will be slightly called out.
𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
You made a conscious decision to patrol a particular location of a city, but you had no intention of actually doing so. It was just something inside of you that found its way to your brain on its own. Your body moved independently, leaping over each structure and landing safely on the roofs. This form of behaviour only occurs when something severe and unpleasant is about to happen, as if it has already been encoded into you. You huffed when you came to a standstill because of the amount of running you have been doing. Your gaze darted across the area, looking for something unusual. Your gaze was drawn to a small figure leaning against a wall, specifically a brick wall. Two more individuals entered the scene and appeared to be conversing, yet the small female didn't respond to any of them.
"Hey girlie, you waiting for someone or something?"
One of the two males spoke up, his hands tucked into his pockets, and it was difficult to determine if he was genuine or taunting her. Something about his tone isn't quite right. Another thing you noticed was a constant ringing of a phone, which you assumed was coming from the female.
"This is where I saw her yesterday too. It's like she hasn't even moved."
The other male was taken aback and leant in carefully to examine the object more closely. You, on the other hand, didn't like it and felt compelled to join in, but you took another glance around, from left to right.
"There are far too many people in the vicinity to observe it. It's not necessary to create a ruckus. All I have to do now is wait."
You murmured something. You leaned closer to the edge to properly understand what they're discussing.
"Maybe she's actually a manikin!"
"..oh! Look, she blinked"
The two males were visibly enthralled, but it was short-lived as the female walked away. She didn't even bother to turn around to face the men. She was clearly preoccupied with something else. Her navy blue hair, which might alternatively be characterised as a midnight sky, caught your attention as you assessed her appearance. The female donned a kimono that was dyed in vermilion and canary colours. You followed her steps once more, and she eventually came to a halt, grasping a sleeve from a figure. You squinted your eyes, as if you'd spotted someone you'd seen before. It was the same person from a few weeks ago.
