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It's been a while since he's had an entrance post.
Today, he's seated in a booth, glass of booze in his hand. His hair is shaggy, his face a little on the pale side, but his eyes still glitter with mischief.
He always welcomes company.
Ruin never seeks people. People seek him.
Today, he's seated in a booth, glass of booze in his hand. His hair is shaggy, his face a little on the pale side, but his eyes still glitter with mischief.
He always welcomes company.
Ruin never seeks people. People seek him.