“Well, a lot of us have magic or abilities depending on their form. My only ability is mental influence. It isn’t hypnotism. I can just alter emotions, and trick their minds into seeing things that aren’t really there. Like… illusions, I guess.”
YOU WALK THROUGH THE DOORS OF THE LOCAL CAFÉ, A BELL SOUNDING FROM ABOVE TO ANNOUNCE YOUR ARRIVAL. YOU MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE EMPTY TABLE IN THE CORNER AND SIT DOWN. YOU GLANCE AROUND YOU. THE CAFÉ IS EMPTY, BUT THEN AGAIN IT’S 3 AM. YOU’VE ALWAYS WONDERED WHY THEY WERE OPEN SO EARLY. THE BELL JINGLES AGAIN AS ANOTHER CUSTOMER WALKS IN. STRANGE, YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE WHO SHOWED UP SO EARLY. YOU GLANCE UP TO SEE WHO IT IS, AND YOU GASP. IT WAS HIM. “HE” WAS A STRANGE BEING, SOMETHING NOTHING OF THE CIVILIANS HAD SEEN BEFORE. NO ONE ACTUALLY KNEW WHO HE WAS OR WHY HE WAS HERE. HE DIDN’T SPEAK A WHOLE LOT AND MINDED HIS OWN BUSINESS, AND NO ONE WAS BRAVE ENOUGH TO ASK HIM ANYTHING ANYWAY. NO ONE WAS REALLY INTERESTED IN HIM ANYMORE THOUGH, SINCE HE HAD BEEN WANDERING AROUND FOR A COUPLE MONTHS AND HADN’T HURT ANYONE. THAT WAS THE ONLY REASON THAT THE POLICE HADN’T BEEN INVOLVED YET. YOU WERE STILL WONDERING THOUGH. NOTHING EVER HAPPENED AROUND HERE. HE’D JUST SHOWED UP, NO QUESTIONS ASKED. HE SITS DOWN TWO TABLES AWAY FROM YOU, AND YOU REALIZE THAT THIS IS YOUR CHANCE FOR SOME ANSWERS. WHAT DO YOU DO NEXT??
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