That had been what the masked man had wanted to do, and the boy named Kaito. Steal his life, steal his soul, each of them wanting to tear him down in their own way, and before each of them, the boy who wore his face had been unwavering in his determination to survive.
Just as Kit was then, reaching into his jacket pocket and producing his butterfly knife once more. An ornate little thing with a golden handle embossed with roses and a blade that appeared forged by water, it was flipped open and around and then held out for Vincent to take.]
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That had been what the masked man had wanted to do, and the boy named Kaito. Steal his life, steal his soul, each of them wanting to tear him down in their own way, and before each of them, the boy who wore his face had been unwavering in his determination to survive.
Just as Kit was then, reaching into his jacket pocket and producing his butterfly knife once more. An ornate little thing with a golden handle embossed with roses and a blade that appeared forged by water, it was flipped open and around and then held out for Vincent to take.]
So, what's stopping him?