The presence wasn't anything run of the mill, but it wasn't masked either. Vincent sniffed it out like looking for some offensive odor in one's closet. He loomed over it, invisible for a few moments, before dropping the illusion.
"You're not what you appear, so what are you?" He smirked.
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