Oily smoke coiled lazily around the running figure’s legs as their frantic panting echoed around the small alleyway. The endless clatter of running feet sounded from somewhere in the distance, and the figure gave a small whimper. They stumbled, seemingly on the smoke itself. As the figure struggled to regain their balance a gust of wind flew through the alley and the figure fell into the smoke. Barely a minute had passed when six men who had been giving chase barged around the corner into the alley and saw lying on the ground a pristine skeleton. One of them looked up and saw smoke drifting lazily away from them.
“The smoke got him” he said smugly, he turned and jogged away, right into a blanket of oily smoke.

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