Once where he'd flaunted his power, drawing agents to him with the intention to kill them, he now quietly wandered the streets, dispatching them as he found them. No longer was his visage and desired mask of mad royal a thing he had to work for- his display years ago had their effect and no, he was allowed to reap the fruits of those labors.
Blissful peace in avoidance.
But that didn't mean he was not one to seek out certain persons if he found them- mainly the faint feeling of small sized individuals in places he'd not expect them. Namely tonight, a cat in a bookstore.
Rather than breaking in, Castor simply looked into the window, squinting into the dark, trying to see if the cat was in the building or just next to it. He might have been close, but cats, even normal cats, were tricky things.
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