209. Chaotic City


"This scent…" 

Sniffing in the air, a young man in black clothes strode nonchalantly to the panic in his vision while he curls up his lips. A hint of murderous intent glinted past his eyes, as he wandered his gaze to the situation before him. 

"Fear… But unlike any other, they are pretty coordinated." 

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