// Thinking about deleting this account.

// I want to write here but managing more than one account is such a hassle for me.

We're increasing security on Penacony for a time.

Don't fuck with the birds. They're armed.

Finally, some time to relax. Haku sat in one of the booths near the bar and cracks open a can of some orange soda. He sips on some cold, refreshing beverage before taking his phone out of his pocket to reply to texts.

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𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 27 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗 .

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Soft yawn.

"Happy Birthday to that pretty pink haired gal from the Astral Express. What was her name? ....March? Ah, right! March 7th! Well, March, I'll take a shot for you."

into his breast pocket and turns to leave but halts at the sound of screams off in the distance. He'd bet all of the credits in his wallet that it's that pickpocketer striking again.

"Sorry, I need to go."

And with that, he ran off towards the ruckus.

summon of some sort.

Finally, he is handed Mingze's business card. He takes it and reads the information printed on it.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mingze. I'll give you a call as soon as we have more information. Until then, please try not to worry too much."

Haku tucks the business card

pressing issues on their plate, and the hounds tasked to deal with these theft cases aren't taking it as seriously as they should be.

The hound watches Mingze summon a scroll from thin air and quietly watches him write something down before handing the paper off to what Haku can only describe as a

"My apologies, Sir. I know this is frustrating for you to hear, but the Bloodhounds will find this pickpocketer with diligence."

That sigh. He has heard it plenty of times before, especially with the increase of theft happening recently. Although it is an issue, the Bloodhound Family has much more

kick of heat, from how the Foxian reacted to it. The thing Haku is curious about is how it tastes? What flavors do peppers add to something like a drink?

"Are you alright?"

Peppers? In a drink? That isn't the oddest combination he has heard about, but this is the bartender's first time seeing anyone use such an ingredient. He watches Jiaoqiu grate the peppers into his drink before taking a sip of the concoction. It's clear that the extra ingredient gave the drink a

// I hope everyone is doing well.

"Why don't you stay and play for a while~?"

reaches into the breast pocket on the inside of his uniform. A small piece of paper and a pen is revealed.

"May I have your name and a number to contact you, Sir? When we retrieve your wallet, we will need a way to contact you."

He returns his gaze to Mingze and answers his question calmly.

"Your wallet will still be physically on you if you choose to exit the Dreamscape, but your card information, identity, and any other form of credits you stored in your wallet will still be at risk."

He unfolds his arms and

He is startled, to say the least.

"M-Mr. Sunday! Your neck!?-"

coming from behind him. He turns around to look but his eyes only see a trashcan that is toppled over. Was somebody responsible? Surely, it wasn't the wind.

"Hey! Who goes there? This area is off limits. Nobody should be running around back here. Show yourself."

locations, for an added measure of safety. Haku is one of the many Bloodhounds posted along these backroads. He, like many other of his fellow hounds have been standing around for hours undisturbed. Just when things he is wondering if it is truly worth being stationed here, the hound hears a crash

[Open starter]

Due to some lingering remanence of the Order, some backroads leading the Golden Hour have been blocked off. odd happenings have been reported in these locations and because of this no guest is permitted to enter. Bloodhound members have been stationed on the boarder of these

// Everyone here has such pretty layouts. I know I have the means to make my own but my days of photoshop and graphic design have ling passed.

given that the pickpocket was seamlessly executed, I'd like to say it was done by a Pepeshi."