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Marvin walks straight to the centre of the building and nods.
"Perfect."

Immediately, he starts to unpack from a bag that just suddenly appeared on his back. Dark follows shortly behind and helps him. They occasionally participate in small, quiet conversations with each other.

"Why do you two know about this place?"
You spin on your heels and manage to catch Anti and Wilford glaring at each other again. You squint suspiciously and stare between them.
"But no one else knows?"

"Business."
Wilford shrugs his shoulders before starting to walk towards the other two.

"Oh...?"
You ask, hoping to learn more about the business, but Wilford waves his hand and turn his back to you, catching up with other two in the estimated centre of the building.
"Okay. And you?"

"Also business. But not his... kind of business."
Anti huffs, thinking about his answer a little more. He looks up, then back to you with an answer somewhat formatted in his head.
"He has a different kind of business linking him to here. I've killed a couple of people here. Wait.... I think he's killed here, too..."

His voice trails off as he notices Wilford's glare from behind you.

"He's giving you the look, isn't he?"
You question Anti.

"Yeah.. THE look."
Anti looks to the other side, whilst you spin quickly to catch Wilford.
However, instead of shocking him, he waves back with a lazy grin.

"Come on."
You sigh, disappointed.
"Let's see what they're doing."

You hold your hand out for him to take and he does gladly, giving you a warm smile.
"Okay."

"This circle is oddly perfect."
You overhear Wilford as you and Anti come closer to the three.

"I do magic regularly."
Marvin responds, dropping the chalk to his side.
"And I did an Art GCSE.... years ago."

He searches his bag, pulling out more chalks of different colours. Green, red, yellow.
Marvin then takes out a weird, cat mask.

"So you need masks."
He simply comments, pulling out more masks.
"Before the spell."

You reach down to take the empty, white masks of different animals. Anti picked a cat, Wilford and Dark picked a dog. You happily chose one that resembled your favourite animal.

The masks fit relatively well on everyone.

"Cool."
Marvin speaks out, concentration on a strange golden coloured bowl. He reads out of a book.
"Searching spell? Only works on basic organisms. Tracking spell? Demons, humans, angels... nothing higher. That's helpful!"

Dark crouches near the circle, waiting somewhat patiently.

"Ah! An old spell, works with gods."
Marvin smiles, lifting a finger onto the words. His smile slowly fades.
"We'll need expensive ingredients... of course."

"Like what?"
You ask.

He looks up to you.
"Purified blood, an angel's feather, part of some-kind of mythical beast, tears of a demon, a hellhound's tongue, and shit ton of my DNA."

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