Snatch those orbs

A scrawny, almost hunchback man wearing a tattered cloak was quietly standing at the corner while watching two unrestrained souls being entangled in a dance as old as time.

He had witnessed how these two simultaneously did the most horrendous atrocities in the future, but he didn't expect to be subjected to this kind of predicament.

It was a funny coincidence that the banner outside perfectly described the ghost inside; a seer from the future. But if truth be told, he just stumbled this cursed tent in hope for a few minutes of rest and heal his wounds made by Elior's wretched cat.