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The eyes are pale blue, water under ice.

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He sees through the disguise. Move!

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They don't notice your approach.

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Her stance changes, shoulders sagging. The serum taking hold.

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The palm push of surrender. She's done.

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He sounds weak, unnatural.

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Dead, just hasn't noticed yet.

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She sounds hurt.

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Realisation incoming.

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On the brink of realisation...

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KALEIDOSCOPE's lip curls, fighting the urge to argue.

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You feel all her focus on you, the point of a knife.

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Eyes closed, chin raised. Head tilted towards the jukebox. Waiting for her voice.

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He's singing along, even though he's never heard it before.

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Like she's waiting for you to ask a favour.

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The highest compliment he pays his guests.

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A ceremonial gesture, and not only for the visuals.

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A shopgirl nods her head, aware of nothing, lost in the same rock-and-roll dream she slips into every morning on her way into the city. A young boy, traveling with his mother, shifts nervously from one foot to another.

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Your controller was right: KALEIDOSCOPE has eluded the Weeping Eye's gaze. To them, he's simply a middle-aged man in a slightly inappropriate hooded sweatshirt.

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Your controller was right: Yana has eluded the Weeping Eye's gaze. To them, she's simply a teenaged delinquent, skipping class for the day.

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The shopgirl wearing headphones has closed her eyes. She must take this tram all the time.

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Unfazed. Face like granite. The glasses help.

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You know a stonewall when you smack off one. He's waiting for you to put something together.

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He's very fond of her.

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He was hoping you could make sense of it.

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But he's aware you're here.

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Last chance for peace, through gritted teeth.

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Pity on her face. The teenager pities you.

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Take that as a no.

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Its expression, frozen in time -- helpless, but not distressed.

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She truly isn't certain that you're real.

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Nothing stashed inside. No hidden compartments or ciphers. Looks like it's just a cup.

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He may be delusional, but he's not attempting to deceive. He believes every word.

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Immediate terror. Real, unfeigned, unkinky terror.

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His eyes skimmed right over it, almost as if it wasn't there.

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Witness his true form emerge: A spittle-licker, specially bred to feel utter contempt for anyone below them and pants-wetting fear of anyone above.

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His glasses are half-fogged from the sweat beading on his upper lip.

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A strange cadence, uneasy syllables stumbling over a sloshing beat.

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Of course you do.

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So they recommended she be paired with HOPSCOTCH, too.

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In the darkness of the shack, something creaks faintly -- sinew.

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Posture relaxed, looking away. She's confident that you aren't in on PIGEON's scheme.

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Posture relaxed, looking away. She's confident that you aren't in on PIGEON's scheme.

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A practiced calm. He knows how he looks and dares you to question the asymmetry.