@the-daily-mischief
Timber rounded the opposite corner as the mysterious man exited the alley, and gave his back an odd sort of look. It wasnât that strangers didnât use the alley to make their way through, but the glimpse of his face sheâd gotten--he seemed familiar.
âReady, then?â She asked, and arched a dark brow at her friend. âYouâve got a whole...â She gestured vaguely to Mischiefâs features, âA face. Whatâs with the face?â













