Noir used the last of his usable Mana to transport himself outside the Underground structure he had been in.
He heaved heavily, sweat dripping from his pale forehead, and his body shaking from the cold breeze brought about by the night.
The streets were deserted, just as he had expected. That didn't stop his unease though.
He walked slowly, his tired eyes were forced to remain open, since he was still not on safe grounds. He looked around, the streets were truly empty, no sound, no noise... no smell?
No! Something was wrong.
"Illusion?" Noir asked himself, suddenly flustered.
"Not quite." A voice answered him.
It was strange, and the sound came from around the vicinity, not merely a single location.
"Who's there?" Noir raised his voice in inquisition, glancing about.
"Who? Oh, come on, don't tell me you forgot all about me already." It answered, a cackle of laughter leaking out.
"You're... from before..." Noir answered with a surprised expression.
