Thread:Hushuzu/@comment-28578706-20190105224649/@comment-34052734-20190112234628

Dante scratched the tip of his nose, his coarse hair flopping just above his weary, crazy eyes. He brushed his hand across the scar that ran across his lips, observing the townsfolk in an eerie manner. Soon the time would reel into the arms of night—where he would creep out and capture the stragglers if they weren’t steady.