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“Ahhh, one of my sister’s henchmen, still alive? I daresay, I’m a little impressed that the magnitude of her mishaps did not obliterate every one of you. 

A year has passed since the Kishin was defeated and Arachne’s army depleted. Justin moved back to Germany for a time, but the damage to the DWMA was too great and he had been called back to aid in rebuilding. It was nice, he enjoyed every task given to him, even if it meant traveling around these beaten down markets surrounded by nothing just to aid the people until they seem fit enough to take care of themselves. The newly of age priest parked his buggy respectively outside the village, pulling himself off to stare into the village --Oh. C’mon.

He knows its sandy out there, but the fact that ever villager in sight was wearing some kind of scarf wrap around their mouths should be unnecessary. Then again, he’s been gargling water and spitting up sand the entire trip, maybe they had the right idea.

Such a §ᴄᴀʀᴄᴇ occurrence. Rarely was it ever seen without Justin by its side, feeding the young priest a steady supply of madness. It should have come as a relief.

                    If anything, the boy felt even more unstable without its presence.

                    ℣ ᴏ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ʟ ᴇ , his poisoned mind left with nothing to soothe its fears, Justin lay                            on the couch in Noah’s hideout. His fingers twitched from where they rested against                            soft suede, tips bitten raw to the nails; if he had any purpose beyond waiting for the                            Clown’s eventual return, he didn’t know of it.