“Every man has his own freedom, but the ones at the side of him can drift this all away” Said by a man whose standing on a high building. He moves his glasses and looks down “And I’m one of the people who drifts away those freedom” Said again by the man, his coat flowing in the wind. He checks his watch and looks at the moon. Patiently waiting, he whistles tunes. His attention was caught quickly by loud sirens of police cars. He looks down on the wide city and sees an escaping vehicle. He jumps down; he accelerates his fall faster by two runes circled around his feet. The man in white coat and glasses strongly landed on the car’s front, breaking the engine. The thug inside the vehicle was impaled with the shards of glass when the windshield broke. The thug quickly tries to escape to run away from the officers.”Halt.” said in a stoic, sharp voice. “Now you filthy hooligan, you’re pretty much wasting your abilities on thievery. I      can give you an option where you could live AND use your ability to mind control.” said by the man in glasses calmly. “If you come with you, I’ll make sure your abilities are put to use and you can also as-“before the man could finish his talk. The thug aimed his gun at the forehead of the man. “Stop lying! When I give up you’d just give me to the cops!” said by the thug panting heavily while blood is running down his shoulder. “If you think I’m lyin why dint I kill ya now?” Said the man staring at the thug. The sirens grow louder and the pursuers are arriving, “Times ran out. I’m sorry but you hav’ta go to the afterlife!” The man’s hand glowed blue as the car reshaped it back itself but the thug inside was crushed in by the car. “That’s a gruesome death. I also forgot to say my name, the beautiful me. Octar!” Octar walked by to a nearby light post and grabbed onto it. A Bicycle and metal scraps gets magnetized onto it and all these 3 items started disassembling. It formed into a motorcycle and he drove off into the alleyways. “I dint get em sadly” said Octar as he held his earpiece. “Your fault. You killed him too early” said by a quiet, weak faint voice of a girl. “The cops were already coming I can’t just swoop him they’ll track us down!” replied Octar as he is driving across a bridge “Anyway I’m near to the store” continued by Humming Octar.

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 A girl in thick clothing is waiting warmly outside a music store, waiting. While she’s holding onto her phone she is quietly tapping on the floor. Suddenly a loud engine sound is nearing and it stops in front of her. “Yoma, have you bought new earphones?” said Octar. “I had to get more expensive ones. The cheaper ones were the same as my old ones as they broke easily” said by the girl as she moves her head to face Octar. The girl who looked at him, is wearing a blindfold. “You spend wa~y too much Yoma.” Said by the calm man in the vehicle. Yoma gets on the motorcycle and hugs Octar’s behind and says “It doesn’t matter. We shall regain the funds wasted anyway” replied the blind girl. “I guess, anyway shall we head home?” said the grinning Octar