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With the notebook in hand, you rushed out of the station. Whoever that Lucian is sounds familiar to you. Maybe you’re imagining things, but could it really be Lone man?

You found Atlas sitting on a log, staring into the dark forest. He heard your footsteps before you could even slow down. His shoulders tensed. He zipped his leather jacket and glanced at you.

“I think I know who you really are,” you said.

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You spent the rest of the afternoon sitting next to Atlas, telling him all the things you’ve found out and all the things you speculate. Atlas engaged with the conversation after a few minutes, and though it felt like he was not talking about himself, you’re just happy that he’s back to conversing again.

“We need to get back to the forest, (y/n),” Atlas said.

And for you, that’s the only reasonable thing to do right now. Though the killing has stopped, the ominous atmosphere is still present in town. The abandoned part still remains untouched, and every day at least one person leaves the town.

Atlas shifted in his seat. “I don’t feel good these past few days.”

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