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It had been almost a year and a half since the incident, and a year since Blindfold had been to Wayfarer's Point. Not since... Blindfold's knee-jerk reaction to block out all the memories, the memories of the terrifying house, of people that went to the House and never returned. Since then...

Blindfold was walking along a street of wayfarer's point, his world filled not by the bright colors of the city, but by sounds and smells and the dizzying future. There was the cafe - he remembered that one... All of a sudden, Blindfold felt something... off. Something powerful, but Blindfold...

Blindfold found an abandoned alleyway to practice. He focused and felt the darkness, the black substance forever leaking out of his eyes. He focused on manipulating it to what he wanted to do. The Ink slithered from behind his blindfold, down his cheek, inside his shirt, down his arm, and out of...

Blindfold sat in the Twisted Truths cafe, trying to calm the storms in his mind. A waiter came to him, trying to get his order. He studied the color of her fate, trying to discern what her name was. "Amy." She looked around, bewildered. She wasn't wearing her name tag. "He didn't mean to, his...

"You can't just keep relying on... sheer luck and TMTIM's interest! soon, he'll find another toy to play with and you'll be discarded and most likely dead."

"No, it's not. Imagine staying alive for all eternity, fully concious and aware as you are forced to kill the unfortunate newcomers to the House."

"Wounds like that don't heal, not fully. He'd just complete the transformation."

Blindfold flinched and looked at Beikelan. "Do not fight him. You'll lose and you'll lose, playing into his hands. Stop it! Why, by all the nine hells do you want to go back to FIGHT HIM?"

"Not so. You can play his game, even in death. She can be trusted. I know it's difficult to trust after everything you've experienced, but you can trust her."

He turned to Beikelan. "She can be trusted. As long as you don't murder her friends."

Blindfold fixed Astoria with a strange gaze under his white blindfold. You had the strange feeling he was x-raying you, looking into your soul.

"Well, since you pissed off the best hospital in this place, I'm not sure what to do."

Blindfold was there, appeaaring resigned. "What happened THIS time?"

"You didn't. He can just grow that arm back in a second," He said, the black substance leaking out from the crook of his elbow, there he had buried his eyes so that no one would see.

Blindfold followed.

"And you assume I'm without my own weapons?"

"Yes. I'll be... I'm coming."

"And you assume I'm without my own weapons?"

"So where are we going?'

"... Kind of. Not physically. Things get... jumbled easier here."