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“My soul’s itchin’

for a little fun...”

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Bickslow lounges in the darkest corner of the guild hall, waiting.
His dolls float lazily in the air, chanting in eerie unison. His visor hides his eyes, but not the smirk. The world is too calm right now. He hates that.

He’s not looking for trouble.
He's just really, really bored...
And when that happens? Chaos usually answers.

Whether you're a stranger, a target, or just someone interesting.

Tick-tock, little puppet. He’s ready to play.