Leo stood there in the doorway, watching the clock as it continued to tick, deafeningly loud in the silent atmosphere. And that was all the information it knew. According to the display, it was currently around noon. There, in the corner of an obscure, darkened office, stood a simple, primitive clock.

Leo blinked as the foreign sound grew louder as he approached, a sound that mimicked the steps of his boots. It was funny just how little time held meaning to a person who travelled worlds. How long has he been wandering? Leo pondered detachedly as he walked. Only the quiet thumps of his own boots on carpet kept him company. He made his way through the dark hallway, absently keeping his eyes scanning the various doorways on the off-chance that there was anything lurking in the shadows that could pose a threat to him.Д«ut there was nothing. The stairs ended, and his noisy breathing leveled out as his boots made contact with carpeting, brittle and colorless from the years. Slowly, mechanically, his legs continued to move, dragging his body endlessly forward. The ones that did nothing to disguise the loneliness haunting him. The ones with nothing to distract him from the demons hiding within his memories. With each step he took, he regressed deeper and deeper into himself. Quietly, he made his way to the staircase at the corner of the building and began to climb, keeping his steps light and gentle out of habit.

That was all he ever did these days, it would seem. Leo sighed, hefting the wooden lever-action rifle strapped onto his shoulder and pulling the coat on his back closer to himself as he continued wandering aimlessly onward through the silent building, killing time. It was a quiet universe, on the edge of heat death. One of the many empty edifices demarcating the fall of an ancient civilization. Only the vaguest hint of light emitted from the dim dwarf star hanging high and burning cool in the foreign sky, sending meek, dull red rays through the glass and into the empty skyscraper the man was in. The manвЂ™s eyes could barely distinguish the features of the building he was exploring in the dark and gloomy atmosphere that permeated everything.Д®ven the transparent wall serving as a window to the outside was utterly unremarkable. The sound of his boots landing on the concrete floor echoed throughout the vast monolithic walls surrounding him, the only proof of life in a desolate world. But today was especially tiring it was just one of those days. Granted, these days he was always tired, one way or the other. It is the predecessor to the sequel The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing that is currently in progress right now! Cheers.

Will Velvet Crowe find it in herself to seek redemption in the light? Or will she recede further into the darkness? No non-canon pairings.ДЄuthor's Note: As a heads up, this story was completed at the end of 2018 and is only now making its way here from ff.net and Ao3. A vengeful daemon bent on self-destruction, ignorant of her own humanity. A long-lost friend trying to get home to a place that's not on the map.

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