group
Ben stirs and blinks shoving some hair out of his face.
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Silver???
“Hmm?” He quietly groans.
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Kissa silently lands on a tall building, having made it to the heavily populated and very busy downtown area. Despite the late hour, the street still had many pedestrians and store lights still shone.
She rubs her eyes and blinks.
I miss outside.
With a sigh she looks over the place, her eyes caring sight of a group of men in dark colors in an emptier alley, speaking in whispers. She goes to ignore it but her attention spikes with the hushed mention of ‘Benjamin Stan’.
She slips down into the alley, standing a few feet behind them with her brow furrowed.
No way.