A mysterious man with jet black hair and dark sunglasses walked down the streets of a town. He was walking in the middle of the smooth road, staring in front of him. It was 9 in the afternoon, so it was quite peaceful outside. The sun was just warm enough, the grass seemed to be alive as it waved through the cool winds, and the light blue sky had a few puffy clouds scattered throughout the endless sky. He stopped once he was outside of a particular house. It was a 2-story home, and it was painted a smudgeless white. The man pulled out a slip of paper from his gray jeans. He looked at it, confirming his beliefs. This was her house. He seemed to be able to see clearly through that fashionable sunglasses, even though it was tinted a pitch black. He ran his tan hand through his chocolate brown hair, the corner of his lips turning up, eventually turning into a smirk. It's time.

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