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Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
This situation isn’t looking good. At all.
I staggered backward as he stepped out, trying to keep our distance as big as possible. But we’re in the balcony, and soon my back is pressed against the railings.
Normally, it means I no longer have a way to escape. But I’m by no means a normal being. So I turned around and climbed onto the railings.
“Oi, what are you—”
I didn’t wait for him to finish his question and jumped off.
I could hear him gasp, most likely because he’s surprised. Well, who won’t be surprised to see someone floating in the air without any help of tools like invisible wires or something similar?
But he recovered quicker than I thought, as I then heard him speak again. “Wait, you haven’t answered just yet—”
Too bad for him, I really can’t afford staying here any longer. So without turning around to look at him, I said,
“Good bye, Mr. Pianist.”
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