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...The Raven awoke. It was the dead of night. Sweat, forming everywhere it could from his body, like never like never before.

Subaru: [—GAH!!]

He the boy shouted, like though there were an eight foot copper-furred beast in front of him. As though if such creature did exist, it would be there for the sole purpose of absolutely killing the raven.

Sighing he (which is to say you, as the perspective is now inserted onto the boy) did.

A drip of sweat falls down from his nose and onto the bed which he slept.

He took breaths frantically,

Subaru: [Just a drea— Nightmare, just a nightmare...]

Flop: [——Subaru, is everything alright!?]

A long haired, blonde merchant appeared before himself, (which is to say thy) asking of his (which is to say thine's) wellbeing. Subaru shook his (which is to say your) head to provide an answer. But just to reassure, Subaru put it into words.

Subaru: [Yeah... It's all good, dude. Just had a...——Bad oment in a dream!]

Flop: [Oh, k... if you need anything—my room is just beside yours.]

He said before leaving, abruptly closing the door and making a loud sound to that which caught the boy shocked for a moment before briefly gaining his posture.

The Raven would try going back to sleep, staring at the wall as the light in his eyes start to dim with the entrance to unconsciousness looking close.

His eyes opened wide as it could, the hairs on his skin, rising.

Todd: [——Good night, Subaru.]

The copper haired man said, in the same position that Subaru had, except he was behind him,—and holding a pristine battle axe made of steel.

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...Guardsmen stared at the blood stained bed, surrounded by the tapes which they enshrouded the entire room with, as to make sure nothing gets tampered more than it already has.

They were baffled by the sight and the smell of life like they themselves were experiencing the pain of beheading.

All of the folks within of the motel had already gave their convictions, every single one of them.

Innocent.

Man: [Each. Til' the very goddamn last on of them...]

*Bang!

Figuratively shouted, the brown haired man did with his fists balled up onto the counter in front of the receptionist's face.

Said receptionist however—did not take kindly to such deed. It's been long enough, she has long known who this particular man was. Honestly if she were to say, it would've been more preferred somehow, had Jamal instead tried hitting on her.

But for now, fearing of his status, the receptionist decided to stay in a demeanor best suit, remaining a stoic manner.

Receptionist: [——Truly, I am so sorry for this occurrence. However, it is pleasing if you wouldn't accidentally break all of the glass beneath the counter.]

Winced she with utter length.

Jamal: [Don't you got any clues to work on here!? There's not even a weapon left of evidence, sick fucking man whomever is—Fucking—out there to do such!!]

Receptionist: [Truly I wish for the worst towards the ma— whoever killed...]

Jamal: [His name was Natsuki Subaru you goddamn— Urghh!!!]

The two exchanged words in the form of conversation only one had fully understood. Causing the brown haired man to go quiet amidst his rants.

Jamal: [—He was just a kid...]

Softly said the man, holding a glass of beer, alongside his chin.

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...It was night time once more.

The girl had finally finished her shift for all the day's work, a little excited so to say, about a most handsome paycheck.

As she got out, there would be a man who rested his back on the chill full cobbled walls.

His gaze shot towards the sky with a face that none could perceive to hold emotion other than a solace calm.

He sighed, catching the girl's attention.

Flop: [—I'll keep my eye on you, Ma'am...]

Said coldly, the blonde merchant towards the girl who remained a silence due to his assumptions.

Receptionist: [—————]

Somewhere else far away from the motel...

...The man adorning a Vollachian bandana would walk carelessly towards one large pond that showcased fishes floating aimlessly like corpses.—And to that, they indubitably were.

He stopped now that he was just in front of said pond of boiling water.

Muffles are being conceived, stemmed them from the sack which he had been holding onto for his very dear life.

Todd proceeded towards his plan.

Immediately, he threw the sack off into the boiling waters which he presumed to be the body of Natsuki Subaru.

With the submergence would the sack suddenly arise, glitching screams. Heard by the man, giving his mind great dread.

Todd: [NATSUKI SUBARU!!!]

The wolfman screamed into the wonder filled sky.

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I'm not scared.

No,

With such words, I'd be lying to myself.

I am scared.

But that doesn't matter now,

Nothing else does.

All thoughts have left, besides the goal I have in mind.

Which is... 

For you.

To die!

Amidst his fears, alert the man would be due to an evidently loud screech ringing into his ears.

Todd: [AGH—!]

He masked his shout with his hands.

"——TODD FANG, YOU SELFLESS PRICK!"

The copper-haired heard his name in the form a shout as the reverberation that blurred all slowly withered away into nothingness, just like his confusion going south as he knew what will happen next, thinking already of the next step.

All paid heed to the shouting of Todd's name, causing folks to look around left and right, or wherever they could set their gazes on. However, none of their sightseeing other than Todd's himself would be the right eyesore.

He grit his teeth for the next few seconds that followed a silence between the world, him and the one who had shouted his name. As though the said person who shouted his name wanted him to be on the edge awaiting for his next words.

Loud noises again, he wanted it to be clear and spot on for the orange haired man.

Subaru: [Listen up, I am Natsuki Subaru, thou's truly a regular citizen residing in the country where the sun rises. Japan. At ××××× City, ××××× Street, and a highschool student of ×××××.]

He took a breather.

Subaru: [PAY HEED, I AM NOT DEAD. I repeat, I'M ALIVE!]

It caught most notably the guards who have been desperate in the attempts of finding his body, alongside the blonde haired merchant and the receptionist. Flop, feeling a strong sense of dread coming from said receptionist.

With his statement, made roars.

A name so profound, of course. It was none other than the man who was said to have slain been the major reason as to why the white whale had it's existence subtracted to the negatives by an old grandpa longing for the wife it apparently killed. The grass looking ass Sin Archbishop, Petelgeuse Romaanī Conti, representer of Sloth, who practically got neg diffed. The Great Hare, whom got their dumb little furred shits sent to another dimension. And most recently, the utter failure of the witch cult's siege in Priestella.

Even though his shouts made no sense to them, it was like each and every single one of his shouts brought a fuel to each and every single ember residing within their deepest parts of their souls. His shouts made them want to shout as well.

To the point there was a huge chaos akin to a pandemonium of wrath.

Gulping down with a face full of anger, Todd did as his shoulder would be slightly pushed by a middle aged woman running for her dear life. He did not care about it though.

The only thing left he wanted to hear ought to be given to him, and the world didn't abide to his command, he forced it to throw it up.

Subaru: [12:00 Midnight, ××××× Tower! Weapons down, hands up, Todd. You wretched foul smelling, Thick Furred HALF BREED, GINGER!!!]

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"Im sure of it..."

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Subaru/Todd: [I'll MANGLE YOU!!!]