Thread:Enchanteddragons/@comment-34147452-20190318011040/@comment-32460917-20190424092722

In response, Chan released her grip on Yoon’s arm and stubbornly stepped forward. Her eyes were trained on her feet to concentrate.

As her shadow passed, the building’s lights glinted off something on the ground. Chan paused and crouched down, picking up the object without much thought to examine it closer to her face.

What’s a butter knife doing on the ground? She turned it over in her hand to look for anything else but nope, just a normal knife.

An object was still an object though. Chan examined it again, closing her eyes to illuminate any magical attachments. No memory appeared, but a familiar aura did.

Didn’t Damian joke about having a ‘deadly butterknife’? It had been back when Micah and Clay were still around, and Chan hadn’t seen him pull it out since.

She slid the knife into her pocket and kept walking. The wall was a good friend and lent some support.