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“He was either a sinner or an imp. Something with horns, a tail and hooves…”pondered Moxie. “I couldn’t see any facial features or hair. Not even a jaw line. It was just black. Maybe he was wearing some kind of mask or scarf like material? “The more Moxie’s memory came back to him, the more featureless the stranger seemed. Three weeks passed since his undercover investigation. Although he admittedly had little to no trail to follow he still searched high and low. He questioned local authorities for any wanted individuals that might have passed off as the mysterious stranger but none matched the physical description. With the plethora of demonic residents very few matched the physical aspects let alone the obvious combat expertise. This still didn’t faze the little imp. He asked around night clubs, bars, hotels and even medical facilities. But they gave him the same answer. Never heard let alone seen him. Moxie’s coworkers insisted that he needs to call off the search for his own sake.