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Remember: everything Raphael (2012) says is made up.
The night was dark and gloomy, clouds rushing above the towering sky scrapers of New York. A shadow would dart between crevices and buildings, weaving through the narrow alleyways of the shady backstreets. A pair of chilling white eyes would open, shining through the darkness. It scanned its surroundings as a distant noise was heard. He couldn’t make out what it was.
“Hmph. It’s probably just a Foot solider. I can handle it on my own.”
He said, foolishly brushing off his brothers help. He would then step into the glow of a streetlight, and would show with the wind blowing through his hachimaki. Raphael would begin to scan the area, looking out for the noise.
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