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         No expression. Then Evelyn laughed softly. "Kid, you're all wrong. Evelyn drew his katana, For one, you should have realised that guns won't work, the atmosphere and area will not help you. People will go flying if you shoot." The sentence was not fluent, Evelyn's language block sealed that fate.

"For two, asking nicely ain't gonna get you anywhere." Evelyn whistled sharply, crows flocking aroud the train compartment. "And three, To kill a Swallow is a hard job..." And with that and a flick of the wrist, the pistols were taken to the floor in bits and pieces.

A crow got in from a now-open window.

"Listen here kid, I ain't gonna hurt you, sure the crows will demolish you if you harm me," Series of crow squawks went off in agreement, "Listen, come with me and we'll get you registered with the church, a safe haven for people with your abilities.... So, you wanna have a home or be chased down for the rest of your life?" Evelyn asked, sheathing his katana and tugged on his own low collar.

Black feathers began falling as Evelyn cut his palm, and out of the fallen feathers, an extremely large crow emerged- wings ready to attack, "You have one chance, kid." Evelyn said, not bothered about how he was almost defenseless as he pinpointed multiple lights.