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❝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨? ❞

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"Hello Tango." They didn't even turn to glance back at the figure in the doorway, as they adjusted their venetian plague doctor themed mask. They were rubbing a washcloth over their hands, as they sighed. "Blood is just so annoying to wash off, isn't it?" He softly shook his head, before throwing the rag to the side and moving to his little board.

"You know, Grian's the vigilante..." His red eyes pierced through the darkness, as he glance to the floor for a moment. "At least, no more death matches for me." He crossed his arms, looking away. "I think I'm gonna see Zed and Impulse soon...."

The killer ripped a black and white photo off his board, tearing it into pieces. He sighed, glancing back to Tango. "Have fun with that." The murderer ran a hand through his messy hair, as he grabbed his bloodied shears and cut some red strings off of the little board he had.

The man leaning in the doorway watching him for a moment, before turning and leaving. The door shutting softly, leaving the man in the room alone. Footsteps that echoed through the halls slowly disappearing into a growing silence.

The killer slowly pulled his mask away, and looked at a black and white photo of Grian. "So Grian, let's have a chat..." A soft smile slowly formed on his face, as he began to laugh softly.

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"Wait!"

The vigilante spun around to see the one and only Mumbo standing there before him. Standing on the rooftops of the victorian style houses under the cover of the night, wind blowing their hair. He huffed, sweat running down his face. Looked like he chased the vigilante for a while.

Upon finally catching his breath, the masked man cracked an amuse grin, tilting his head at the man. He was aware the detective had taken on his case, and tried to catch him for quite a while now. "What is it Detective?"

He smiled, as the detective approached him so they were standing there face to face. For a long time, Mumbo had unknowingly been trying to catch his best friend.

He looked down at the vigilante, adjusting his red tie for a moment.

"Who do you think you are?" He narrowed his eyes at him, saying with a bit of a sneer. Seemed like someone had a bad night.. Can't blame him though, he did just bust a whole secret fighting arena maybe an hour or so ago.

"Well Detective, I'm quite honored by your interest in I. So... Unfortunately, I can't give any spoilers, but..." The somewhat short masked vigilante grabbed the mustached detective by their red tie, pulling them down to their height. They smiled with a certain smugness on their face as they whispered into the black haired man's ear, "You're quite fun being around, so I'll let you guess."
(Ha, that's totally gay—- Okay sorry I'll stop)

He dropped the mustached detective, spinning around so he no longer faced them. "Although... I must say, it's funny how no one took notice of me until after I put the mask on."

"Now, I'll be going!" He laughed, as the detective tried to stop him but the vigilante was simply too quick. Disappearing into the shadows like he was never even there...