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He observes the children running around with wooden buckets filled with sweet treats. Confusion is quick to settle in. What in the world is happening?

On top of that, people are also... dying!? Curse his scholarly instincts—now he is burdened with the hungry urge to uncover answers.

Uncertainty knit his brows. The idea of taking food from smashed walls with nary a second thought made Albus uneasy. "We...have a village chef, if anyone requires proper meals."

[✒] New display photo, courtesy of × Crimson ✨ (Back in the ✨ Golden✨ Era, let's go). I am truly grateful for this gift. (: I hope you will not mind my modifications, particularly the runic frame. (Apologies also for keeping you up late!)

"I am Sypha Belnades, and my side-job, whenever I'm not fighting vampires and demons and protecting Wallachia from all manner of evil, is babysitting two grown men and making sure they don't kill each other. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week." Give this Speaker a prize.

[✒] Sleep beckons, and I am compelled to answer. Have a good night, everyone, and stay safe.

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[✒] I have just gotten home from a weekend with friends, and though it is only five in the afternoon, I do feel exhausted. A nap is in order, and then responses soon after.

"Good day, everyone." Albus had just opened the door to Irina's home, making his way out. "The village required routine, menial duties to be done so I had been missing for a long wh—" He sees a man on a corpse sailing from roof to roof. ...He steps back in and closes the door.

[✒] Ha ha, yes indeed, I am back. Hello.

Albus spits and chokes on his morning tea.

Albus has returned. ... Albus is leaving again.