「 Being on your guard was a crucial part of being involved in a place with your opponents being mirror images of everyone you knew and didn’t. Imposters, fakes, every word you could find for it. Regardless of whether or not they were actual people with actual lives mattered not to a man with only self-survival on the brain.

If he was gonna live, then they would have to disappear at some point. Annoying, but no skin off his back.

This, naturally, meant that the best person he came upon with their guard down would promptly have an white-gloved arm wrapped their neck from behind, a younger boy being tugged backwards in time to hear the soft unclipping of a switchblade. 」

All good kids should be in bed by now, you know.

Do you want to make this shit easy for both of us, or are you gonna be a royal pain in my ass? My kind heart’s got a limit.