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Easy

An involuntary twitch takes over one eye. A short-circuit, a glitch.

Easy

A minute passes.

Easy

Another minute passes.

Easy

An odd, slight peal sounds when she moves. Like distant bells, or the jangling of construction rods.

Easy

Skin burnt pinkish, hardened to elephant hide by exposure to the city elements.

Easy

The scent of a hundred thousand grubby hands and the insides of cash registers. The fibrous toughness of paper indissoluble in water.

Easy

Scratched and yellowed porcelain, a notable smudge on the lip of the seat... brown-ish.

Easy

Despite his predicament, he's kept up with hygiene. His beard is shaved, his nails well-manicured.

Trivial

Focusing on the relentless black on white of the pages make your eyes strain with effort.

Trivial

Their pelts are damp and shiny with rain. You expect the smell of wet dog -- there is none.

Easy

The heavily applied paint gives off a petroleum smell that sticks to the back of your mouth.

Medium

Incredible detail -- handrails, tools leaning on the shed, a giftshop sign. But the faces carved into the rock are featureless, unidentifiable.

Trivial

You can see her eyes reflected in the glass.

Trivial

Her nails scratch against your knuckles.

Legendary

You hear their chitinous antlers crashing together like tiny little falchions.

Medium

You spot a shoulder strap around his left arm as he pushes back his coat. He's armed. This is one of the Lich's men.

Challenging

The beetle continues, seemingly unaware of either peril or protector.

Medium

Fast, strong -- and the movement revealed a strap under his right arm. This is one of the Lich's guards.

Easy

Ooh -- that's sarcasm. You can tell by the longitudinal waves.

Easy

Crusted blood around the bottom of his moustache.

Trivial

From the loose headphone speaker, you hear the faint sound of an electric piano, followed by an unmistakable voice.

Trivial

Warm to the touch. It wants you to take it.

Easy

Kinda cool. But is that all you are, CASCADE? Kinda cool?

Easy

Secondhand olds and newish fakes.

Easy

Your heart convulses at their mention.

Challenging

A purple and silver eyeshadow look with glitter stars is labelled 'The Violeta'.

Easy

You spot a flash of light from between the pages before she ruffles them away from you -- she's hiding something in there.

Medium

When she points to the rack you notice that her fingers are several shades too dark, as if stained with ink.

Easy

Following her line of sight, there's no sign of the guardia municipal officer who was loitering there itching himself earlier.

Easy

Following her line of sight, there's no sign of a guardia municipal officer.

Easy

A flash of light from between the pages. She's hiding something in there.

Trivial

Following the kid's line of sight, you land on Petre, who stands at the front of his stall obsessively cleaning a disc.

Easy

Your tongue runs along the familiar edges of your canines.

Challenging

An acceptable mimicry of a skull liquefying under extreme thermal stress.

Easy

The air is thick with stratas of smoke.

Easy

Guttural, breathless, and somehow strained, as though in the middle of some physical exertion.

Easy

As ever, he has a remarkable ear for the rhythms, the things that slip...

Easy

The illusion's gone. You can hear him slurring.

Easy

The saliva smacking in his throat and mouth is louder than any words formed.

Formidable

A chorus of hacking coughs, like cats throwing up furballs in unison.

Challenging

The signs are clear if you know what to look for: jaundiced skin, bilirubin-choked. The disease has taken hold.

Easy

Now you see it. Camouflaged in wrinkles, a necktie of scar tissue nestled in the folds of his throat.

Challenging

The word comes out slurred, almost as though he had to slurp back saliva to pronounce it.

Medium

The old man's normally yellow skin blooms an almost purple-shade of red.

Trivial

A few metres away, your target continues to pant and sweat as he whispers into the payphone, the cable still wrapped around his neck.

Trivial

A few metres away, the well-dressed young man continues to pant and sweat as he whispers into the payphone, the cable still wrapped around his neck.

Medium

The wind rustles the bushes nearby as if hushing those who might speak.

Trivial

Up. Down. Up. Down. Mmmm, sensual pleasure.

Trivial

Soft. Smoooooth.

Medium

For a second, you could swear you hear the whistle and chirp of a real dolphin.