That twisting feeling in his chest becomes an outright wrench when their apparent stalker starts to coalesce in front of them. For a moment he’s not sure if he’s seeing anything at all beyond the shifting of the hallways around them, but no. Reaper gains a distinctly humanoid (though that descriptor might be generous) form, and 76 has never been so dismayed to have his suspicions proven correct.
They were being followed—the question is, by whom?
“That ain’t him.”
Not the Faceless. There’s a certain degree of ominousness to his voice, because it doesn’t take 76 long to put the pieces together. The shape of the mask, the tendrils of familiar smoke—he’s quick to voice his suspicions.”
“Reaper—”
The fact that he isn’t attacking is more than a little suspicious. It might be stupid to call out to him, but 76 wants to be sure of what’s going on here.
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They were being followed—the question is, by whom?
“That ain’t him.”
Not the Faceless. There’s a certain degree of ominousness to his voice, because it doesn’t take 76 long to put the pieces together. The shape of the mask, the tendrils of familiar smoke—he’s quick to voice his suspicions.”
“Reaper—”
The fact that he isn’t attacking is more than a little suspicious. It might be stupid to call out to him, but 76 wants to be sure of what’s going on here.