It had been almost over two years, but Vincent still had trouble dealing with the cold. It had been something he was conscious of as a child, but the cold that Earth had to offer had never been anything he had to worry about. Still, winter in the city was lovely, so he was out for a walk. Something pinged at his consciousness however. It wasn't anything hostile, so he took his time heading in its direction.
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