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[creator_raven]

The back door opens, very deliberately.

There is a momentary pause, less hesitation than consideration.

This place is . . . new, after a fashion.

Then the door opens further and a tall, skinny man steps inside, ragged ends of his coat falling straight down behind him.

Raven is back, it would appear.

He walks over to a table, one near the corner, pulls out a chair, and sits down.

Again, deliberately.

Then he looks around him, black eyes wide and unblinking.

This will doubtless prove interesting.

For some.