Spectrum Rewrite (RP) [M]
*They always flock here during the festival. Doumines come here... perhaps this is the one chance they get to be... normal? Not my problem. For me, this is just good profit. They always look different. Eyes wide open, afraid any sight will be there last. A gait a little too long to be a normal walk, like they're so used to running They can't stop anymore. Easy marks. For now, just blend in. I'll have my chance to nab one soon.*
*To anyone watching, the man in the cloak is just watching the festivities like so many others. But what no one catches is what he whispers under his breath.* "Two more... and then I can free you."
*Words carry on the wind... everyone gets careless this time of year. I hear snippets of conversation. The coming weather, someone's birthday, keeping secrets, what they had for dinner. Nothing useful to what I'm looking for, though