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"Red Paint" imitate | shovel | tackle | crumble It was pitch black in every room in the basement of the clock tower—but then again, what was the point of having lights when you could see in the dark? Mhirou’s eyes produced all the light that she needed, though she did get a little tired of seeing the underground world through red-tinted goggles. It was something she had yet to get used to. But for now she would have to make do. It was officially winter and too cold to go outside without at least four layers of clothing, and it wasn’t much better in the little set of catacombs she shared with her eccentric master. It was surp