[ There's the sound of screaming, in the distance, in a far away place. If Alfie were human, he'd be numb, all of Royce's abilities freaking the fuck out. It's dark, yes, it's dark now, but he doesn't want the dark, he wants that small, frightening glow.
The mass of cloak and shadow jitters down the hallway, pained, and tries to help sweep the ash together into a pile. ]
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The mass of cloak and shadow jitters down the hallway, pained, and tries to help sweep the ash together into a pile. ]