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@c. ten The sound of rapid footsteps followed not too far behind Yangyang as he ran down the alley, knocking over towers of abandoned delivery crates in an attempt to block them off and slow them down. He climbs over the old iron fencing at the end of the alleyway, landing gracefully onto the cracked pavement at the opposite side. The wolf spared a glance back just in time to see their frantic shadows before sprinting off, hearing several voices soon following his direction after a little struggle with the high fence.

But Yangyang knew he couldn't run forever, he was beginning to feel out of breath with how long this chase had gone on. The thrill had already disappeared quite some time ago and his adrenaline was beginning to run low at this point, so he knew he had to hide somewhere if he didn't want to get caught. Maybe, he thought, if he had been less aggressive earlier, he wouldn't have to be in this mess.

He shields himself momentarily behind one corner, trying to recall the way to Ten's home as it seemed to be the nearest place to him. Pushing his muscles to endure one more run, he takes off once more, his lungs burning with the need for air. Eventually, his ears don't pick up on the chasing footsteps behind him anymore, and yet he kept running until finally, he was closing a door shut behind him and his eyes were met with dim, gloomy lighting. Yangyang subsequently pressed down onto the door with his weight, grinning sheepishly at the now probably bewildered magician in front of him. The sound of rapid footsteps could be heard outside, but they soon faded off into the distance as quickly as they had arrived. Yangyang visibly relaxes, letting out a tired huff.

"Look, I can explain-"