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The sounds of heavy boots clomp across the ground, growing closer and closer to the bar. Through the shadows walks a man, carrying a dim lantern over his shoulder, balancing on the end of a sheathed sword. The man is dressed in all black clothing that hangs loosely on him, as if they were one size to big for him. His black button down shirt jingles slightly from the 2 pendents hangs from his neck, open loosely at the top revealing some of his pasty white skin. A black trench coat clings around him, as if it was apart of his own skin, but the ends closest to the ground flair out, gently caught in the wind his body makes. His face though, is concealed buy a set of black sunglasses, and a black scarf that shrouds the rest of his face from sight. His really long silver hair dances in the wind from the evening sky, and from the wind his body makes as it moves. His hand grasps the handle of the door, opening it slowly, letting the cold wind into the warm building, before he emerges from the darkness that clings to the outside, promptly closing the door behind him before glancing around, allowing his eyes to adjust to the inside lighting.
...Уε ηø† ɢʊɪℓ†ʏ.