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The masked showman watched silently as another figure appeared to him, dangling what appeared to be a gold watch while speaking to one of his colleagues. "You see Moxy, Mr. Niac arrived approximately 5 minutes and 28 seconds late to the arrival he needed in order to do business with me." Business? What kind of business? Obake continued to juggle his apples and oranges on the street corner, tilting his head slightly from under his smiling mask as Mr. Niac passed him, not in the least bit amused. "Go back to the depths from whence you came whelp... I have business here..." Business? What kind of business, he wondered. The silent street peddler mimed his way backwards away from Mr. Niac, perching himself against the corner of an old cracked stone building. Obake would watch quietly from within the shadows of the eaves, still noticeable as the setting sun shined down the street where they all were standing. But there in the alley ways and side streets, there was no hope of sunlight. There in the darkness, was a place that very few people ever wanted to venture alone. Obake stopped juggling and placed the fruit back in his knapsack before picking up his violin. Placing his hat on the ground, he pulled out the wand for his violin and slowly began playing a fine melody. It was a familiar song called 'The Devil's Trill Sonata.'