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Zamiel Rosen stood atop a neon sign, totally invisible, bending the light around him. He was looking for a boy. A force sensetive who would make great Katyen material, maybe even take the position of the Mirehn of the blades when he 'passed away'. He grinned behind his mask. There, in an alleyway. He jumped into the alleyway, perfectly silent, to watch for a short while.