you roamed the shadows of the alleyway. as you stepped out, you lowered your hood to cover your face and shield you from the light. you couldn't risk being found, especially by a-

"there you are!" a voice singsongs from behind you, making you flinch. you look over your shoulder and find the all mighty song mingi, the strongest sorcerer in the world.

he approached you excitedly with a pip in his step, like a schoolgirl, carrying a brown bag of...something. he stops a few feet away from you and raises a finger to his chin. "hm, you don't look like a curse." he hums thoughtfully, examining you through his black sunglasses.