disease ravages upper egypt — the dark curse, they call it, and convinced, that black magicans guilty. when your neighbor notices you late at night, his eyebrows go up.

“interesting,” he states, leaning against the wall and pulling his lips into a grin. “dear neferut is outside her chambers at dusk,” tetsurou takes a dramatic pause before continuing, “you can’t be dark magician everyone is so desperately looking for?” it's a harmless joke, but it's true. you are.