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[The first image is that of the Medicine Seller setting the Forge onto his reliable box. He finds himself surrounded on a roof top, watching as a group of particularly violent Anatolians run by.]
My, what a mess. [The scent of boiling emotions is heavy in the air. He can feel it, the regret and anger pouring off the entire community in waves. They are a breeding ground for the supernatural - those emotions.]
Ah, but... They are certainly easy to figure out. [He turns to look at the recording device, his face betraying nothing.]
"Release."
[There is a bright haze and from it steps out a different being entirely. Deep red eyes, hair white as snow, burnt skin, and flaming gold all around.
Then everything goes dark.]