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Needless to say, when a young masked and hooded man approached Shun while he was approaching the apartment complex, he was a little more than wary. He regarded the figure with suspicion, glancing down at the extended envelope. He didn't take it immediately, not certain if he really wanted to take it. When he attempted to brush the figure aside, he was just cut off. Eventually, he did take hold of it.

Only for the masked man to vanish.

It was going to be one of those things, wasn't it?

With a sigh, he made his way up to his place. Time to see what this s**t was about now.

Shun decidedly to not acknowledge Chel when she called him that. He just continued on his way with the envelope in hand. Once he got up to the fourth floor, he headed towards his door.

"What the ******** do you want?" he grunted out as he opened his door. He paused to turn towards her, not actually stepping in just yet.

Yeah. At that, Shun just went inside, not waiting for her like she had requested. It had been a long day at work, and now he had this mysterious envelope that most likely didn't contain anything too good. He wasn't in the mood for Chel's antics.

Shun had just started to open the envelope when he heard the knock at his door. With a sigh, he opened it partially and stared on out.

"Is there something you actually want or are you just trying to pester me?" he asked.

Shun stared at her. So easily distracted this one is.

"An envelope. What does it look like?" he grunted it out, "I had not yet had a chance to see what it is for, exactly, because you keep interrupting me."

Shun grumbled to himself and pulled out the note. There was also a key inside... With a tilt of his head, he looked it over, then focused on the actual card. Which had a small chunk of text on it. A light frown crossed his features as he stared at it, slowly reading over as carefully as he could. It was going to take him a little while to try and ensure he was getting it down right.

A low grunt escaped Shun as he moved on inside. His concentration was briefly broken.

He didn't go too far into his apartment, as he was focused on decipher what was apparently an invitation of sorts. He just wanted to be absolutely certain he knew what he had before he said anything on the matter. As he suspected, it did have to do with the supernatural.

Something about masks and a dance...

The imagery he had seen at the theater came to mind. Not to mention that it was now August. The month Jeremiah had pointed out as for when the next potential incident would be.

The third teen will be revealed.