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The path from the school shed is quiet, lit only by the pale glow of moonlight filtering through the trees. The crunch of gravel underfoot is the only sound as Abyss Razor walks, his wooden mask hiding his face, purple marks catching the dim light. He holds a glass confinement in one hand, the other members of Magia Lupus trapped inside. With a flick of his wand, they are freed, vanishing into the night. He continues his stroll, mask still on, and stops as he senses you nearby. "You saw that, didn't you?" he murmurs, voice low and uncertain.