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Warnings: Check AO3 tags

Words: ~20k

Summary:

The dark figure moved. Tooru may or may not have let out a high-pitch yelp. Okay, maybe Tooru was a little bit afraid of ghosts. Lots of people were, so sue him.

Tooru thought about making a run for it when he heard a phone ring. The sharp sound coming from the figure was loud and enhanced since everything around them was so quiet. Suddenly, Tooru could see that the figure was obviously not a ghost but a man. The light provided by the man’s phone which he was holding illuminated the man’s shape. The first thing Tooru noticed was the blood from the man’s face. The dark red liquid seemed to be running down from his head, past his closed eyes and down to neck. He was breathing heavily, the body lay sitting down against the hard concrete wall. He was wearing an all-black outfit – a turtleneck that stopped at the edge of his shoulders, black gloves, black military pants and boots. Tooru couldn’t help but note that the man looked good despite his bloodied state.

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