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The Puppet master

The mysterious man stood glaring at the ally way in the almost abandoned city and mumbled “Great another ghost town…” Then the mysterious man took a deep breath and took a deep step into the narrow ally way, as his black cape flew up. This man had been wearing a black shirt and black pants, along with combat boots, a mysterious hat that covered his eyes, and a black pair of gloves. “God this place is dark… lets bring some light into this darkness.” He mumbled with a grin. The mysterious man removed his glove and shot silk puppet strings out of his finger tips and attached it to the lantern on the olden day light pole. The mysterious man pulled his hand back, and the light turned on, then the man put his glove back on. A plaque sat against the wall as he read, “Mid-night rave.” The door flew open and the mysterious man dashed behind the dumpster. Two muscular men stepped out of the club dragging out a screaming young adult. “No Let Me Go!” The young girl yelled.

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