Anton, having trailed about a quarter mile behind everyone the entire trip to the gnomes house arrived only a minute or two after everyone else. He looked around, at the seemingly innocent and natural looking Forrest. Admiring the creativity and discrete living environment that they called their home.
This reminded Viktor a lot of how his home was... It was mobile, and never in the same spot. Mostly a motel that took no records, anywhere near his current assignment. This always felt like his home was non existent in the eyes of the public. A connection could be felt with these gnomes in a sense.
Anton took a step over to one of these trees, and rested the palm of his right hand on the soft bark. In a few moments he could feel a slight emptiness inside of him, as a very hard to see black fog began emanating from his hand. He withdrew his hand and looked at the bark, and a black handprint could be seen out of bark that had fallen off. Anton looked around suspiciously, he had no idea what was going on with his body but it felt wrong.
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