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The Soul Stitcher
Viper smirked through his mask. He seemed like a man or no words an no emotions but his mind was running a million miles per hour. He walked out the door casually with his outfit making him look like a baggy assassin. He creaked down the stairs and everyone would stare at him. He casually strolled to the diner area, the lace fell silent. His heavy duty boots created a giant thud that would echo. Cleo was outside so he couldn't have her as company he likes being with her actually, because to her he was human. . .