-SECTION SONG-
"Reste" - GIMS and Sting
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[Hours ago, after the Raghnaid]
Paris
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Main POV
"Operation CIA...successful."
That irritating snarl kept echoing in Cani Dae's mind while he tried to focus on driving the black Alpine A110s through the hustle in the Parisian streets. Not only did it feel like a drilling in his head, but it also kept boiling his blood which was sure to make him feel restless for a while. He wanted to stay calm and concentrate but naturally life had its challenges ready for him. Therefore, the grip he had on the steering wheel tightened every time his focus threatened to shift.
The French Capital was drenched from the continuous drizzle that has been present throughout the morning. The sun didn't shine properly for the whole day and the sky was dull, the clouds tinged with prussian blue highlights. However, this gave the perfect background to the golden lights that kept appearing everywhere in the city to preserve the beauty of the city. More and more people were stepping out into the streets as the infamous city's grandeur heightens the most at night. The traffic was calm, but the telltale buzz was maintained. The air which kept dropping down degrees in a steady pace, was getting packed up with slow jazz music that breezed out from the cozy looking bistros, merry laughter that reminded one of fine wine, the rich smell of pastries and...pure bliss. Simply, Paris was the same as always.
However, while he took in this passing surroundings, Cani Dae suddenly started to sense an odd but slightly familiar feeling he hadn't felt in ages, instead of the regular fleeting sensation that comes with a night drive through the city.
As if he didn't fit in among this cheerful public.
As if he was a lost stranger from a doomed land.
As if he stuck out like the grayscale art of a lone mountain amidst a row of colorful ones of oceans at a glamourous gallery.
It wasn't rocket science to figure out what caused it, but it wasn't any consolation to him. In fact, it made him feel worse.
He didn't feel human.
This was unlike the way he felt whenever he had psychedelics coursing through his body. Under that drug effect, he forgets what it's like to be a human completely for a period whereas now, he felt like he was shifting between two realities. It has been quite a while since he had taken part in a deep Werewolf operation, hence the familiar yet weird sensation. However, since this was probably the biggest and the wildest act in the entire history of Werewolves, he was experiencing this canine sensation on a much more intense level.
But also, for the first time in his life as a werewolf, he felt... guilt.
He could swear that he physically felt it residing in his heart like a stress ball. No matter how much he tried to comfort himself and reduce it, it kept returning to its original size, worsening the sick feeling in him. He just couldn't stand the bright setting of the city. It felt extremely unfair to him to see all the vivid colors in the street when he could think of only black and white. Smiling looked like a crime when there seemed no reason to cause it. Being joyful felt disrespectful. The bustling in the streets was frustrating. He wished that the gloomy sky got more attention.
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CIA : Its not what you think
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