After some traveling, Roxas appeared in a land that appeared dead, yet living. There was a chill in the air, and ever tree in sight seemed like clawed hands reaching for the air.
Looking around, he saw what looked like a city off in the distance. So he began walking to it, hoping he'd find someone who'd help him with his foot fetish.
Every so often, he felt like he was being spied upon. Sometimes, he got glimpses of someone in a witch's costume. Other times, it was a woman who appeared like she was a doll with a lot of stitches.
Eventually, he got annoyed and stopped. Looking around, he saw no one, but that did little to ease his temper.
"Show yourselves! I mean you no harm!" Roxas yelled.
he heard some giggles. It relieved him somewhat that he was being followed.
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