Prologue: Child of Mystery, Target of Genocide
Empty and quiet
that was the best way to describe the streets that night. The only sound was the shuffle of his long pant legs dragging against the asphalt. The wind whispered quietly making the trees rustle. Whoever thought that Karakura Town would be so quiet at this time of night? He came across the window of a candy store, peering in with desire, but the place was closed down and locked
not like it would matter, he didn't carry any yen, all he had was euros and pounds.
He sat at the curb of a street gazing upwards at the sky which seemed surprisingly clear for a city
you would think the light pollution would prevent him from seeing a good glimpse of the stars above. The wind picked up and his golden hair tossed around becoming rather messy, but it's not like he cared
all he wanted now was something to eat
and what good was it having a lot of money if the stores didn't accept his currency?
The peace was int
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