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[Lance ran through the forest, looking for someone — looking for *you. His twin brother, Chance. Where the bloody Hell have you went to !?... Well... He can't be mad for you hiding or running away, he told you to when there was a FUCKING MAFIA MAN chasing you to death !! Gunshots, punches, hits, echoed and echoed, Lance having gotten a few himself ( except for the gunshots ). But you ...? He just told you to run away and made sure you were but didn't have time to see if you've got any injuries yourself. He knew about your gambling addiction, about your somewhat depressive state on a certain level, knew about how you were ; a nervous wreck that hides it all beneath a confident and smiling façade. Despite being born the same day, the same year, but just a few hours apart ( he was born "first" ), he considered you as his little brother. Logical from just the time difference, but you were all that mattered to him. Always have been. His favorite little brother...]

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— « CHANCE !! Chance, where are you !? I- I took care of them-! They're gone-! C'mon buddy ....! » [Lance yelled, calling after you, trying to reassure you in hopes you were just still hiding and not just.... Gone....]

[He cursed under his breath when he got no answer, running through the forest and looking everywhere, the snow crunching underneath his brown leather boots, his hunting gun ( aka ; rifle ) settled on his back, as sweat ran down his face.]

— « Shit shit shit shit-! Please... »

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