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Zeno watched in horror as the masked man ranted about the state, psychology, and how the girls that they presented deserved to die. While he agreed with some of what the masked man said, what he was doing was going too far. He was mad or at least mad in the way that allowed him to plan something like this and function normally, but when it came down to it, he was happy to kill someone in the name of his own ideals. The gambler was starting to feel sick.

He grimaced. The whole crowd was probably being watched by the police right now, which explained masks. Worse, he wasn't wearing a mask so his face was probably being broadcasted over at the police station and his contacts there wouldn't be able to help him if he was declared a terrorist. Damn his curiosity. He had to think of something to make sure he wasn't either killed by a psychopath in a mask or the trigger-happy government. Cursing as he reached only one conclusion, he ran forward.

"Wait!!!!!!!!! Stop!!!" he cried, raising his voice for the first time and pushing his way through the crowd, "Dude, Masked Guy! Whatever! I don't know you! I got swept over here walking home! But, these girls don't deserve death! They're just whores! Whoever you have a problem with, it's not them! You're just proving the point that you're a terrorist! Fuck you man, I don't want to get caught in the middle of all this!"