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Rumbles and rocks, dust like fog.
Unwelcoming, filthy, and cold.
"What do you want from me, Charlotte?! I have things to do, and this isn't one of them!"
"Leave this place, before I decide that sparing you isn't enough."
A smile crept on Charlotte's face. "You have no place here."
Winch Green scoffed, spitting on the ground.
His breathing was suddenly rapid, and his hands twitched.
Charlotte approached him, and yet Yonji didn't move.
"You're just like me, Winch Green."
Yonji stared into Cracker's eyes.
With disgust, and something else.
Charlotte leaned down to the other's level.
It was disappointing.