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It's dark. Not night, not just yet, but it's close, and the gathering storm doesn't help. In that way, this city isn't all that different from the Dark City. The similarity ends there, though. In spite of everything, he's hardly seen a Heartless here, just the occasional stray Shadow, easily and swiftly dealt with.
At the moment, he's just walking down the street, following the flow of the crowd, just another teenager in a black coat...
Except.
Straight, proud posture. Arrogance - or maybe just supreme confidence - in the set of his shoulders. And a hood that hides his face better than any ordinary hood would.
Or maybe he's just another teenager. If he is, he's not one that blends well with the crowd.
At the moment, he's just walking down the street, following the flow of the crowd, just another teenager in a black coat...
Except.
Straight, proud posture. Arrogance - or maybe just supreme confidence - in the set of his shoulders. And a hood that hides his face better than any ordinary hood would.
Or maybe he's just another teenager. If he is, he's not one that blends well with the crowd.