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The report ends, and the Loud family is left in a state of shock.

Leni did not dare to watch TV for fear of seeing the faces of her attackers again. The rest of the family had mixed feelings; on one hand, they felt that justice had been done, and on the other hand, they dreaded learning that instead of a rapist on the loose in town, there was now a murderous psychopath.

In the afternoon, Lincoln was out on the lawn again, this time with his sister, Lynn. That day, there were more police since they took heed of Mr. Loud's complaint, and after seeing the morning news, the security in the city was fortified.

"Come on, Lincoln, just fifteen more laps in the park." She was wearing a red tracksuit, Lynn said as she ran without moving forward so as not to lose pace.

"Wait. It's hard to run if you can't see." Lincoln responded by wearing Lynn's uniform, which was only orange.

He was a little further out, so he had to be careful not to bump into anyone; the echolocation, as he called it, didn't work in places he didn't know, at least fifty percent less if it was a crowded place like a park. In places like this, he had his trusty cane, but in the heat of the race, he couldn't hit pedestrians with his cane to avoid running into them.

Fifteen laps later, Lynn and Lincoln sat on a bench far enough away to be at peace but not far enough to have nowhere to go for help if something should happen.

Fresh snow and icy wind cooled the air and soothed their bodies after strenuous exercise.

"Oh, it was good." Lincoln said, drinking water from his bottle.

Lynn finished taking her last sip from her already empty water bottle and stared at Lincoln. Do you know something, Link? I'm glad to have my workout partner again.

"Really?." Lincoln asked, putting the bottle in his pack.

"Yes." Lynn answered and approached Lincoln. "I really missed you." She came closer, keeping her eyes on her brother's thighs. "And now that you're back with me, I can be myself with you." Lynn's hand moved closer to Lincoln's pants. Her heart was beating so fast, her breathing was turbulent, her face was red, her mouth was drooling, and her tongue licked her lips greedily as she tried again to eat the delicious meat that was hidden in Those pants. "And no one can stop me." The moisture in her crotch was like a waterfall soaking her pants, gushing from her swollen and pulsating vaginal lips, eager to receive Lincoln's dick.

Suddenly, the march toward Lynn's pleasure came to a halt when a water bottle hit her face. It was the bottle of Lincoln he gave her with a quiet smile on his face. Lynn froze as she removed the container from her face.

"You looked very restless, and your heart was beating really fast. So I thought you were really thirsty," said Lincoln, smiling broadly and innocently with his eyes closed.

"You... do you hear that?" Lynn asked puzzledly and shyly.

Lincoln smiled and replied. "Didn't you hear anything I said to Lucy the day I came back? My sense of hearing is sharper." He said this while tapping his ear three times with his right index finger.

Lynn snatches the water bottle and returns to her seat, her face redder than her clothes, as she comes to her senses about what she was about to do in a public place.

Lynn got up from her seat and stretched out. "Are you ready to go home?" she asked.

"Actually, I would like to practice some punches." The white-haired man replied.

"Wonderful. I will help you." Lynn was so excited that she forgot the embarrassing moment that had just occurred, but her moment of activity was interrupted by the growling in her stomach. "Heh heh. I'll go get a hot dog, and then I'll show you some real bangs. Lincoln's stomach growled too."

"Can you bring me one?" Lincoln asked slightly shyly.

"Sure...erm..ahem..." Lynn cleared her throat and reached out to move her fingers up and down in submission.

Lincoln sighed. He didn't need his eyesight to know that his sister hadn't gone out for hot dogs yet. "Yes, I understand." The boy looked into his bag and pulled out some bills that had Braille printed on the numbers.

Lynn ran to the nearest hot dog vendor while Lincoln moved up a bit and started kicking and punching the air. The heat came again, so Lincoln took off his jacket and shirt and left him bare-chested. His feet and palms caused gusts of wind with each stroke that moved the leaves of the nearby bushes and trees like a breeze, and at last he lay on his back in the snow, ready to take back some energy when Lynn returned. When he suddenly felt a breath in front of his face, the boy thought it was his sister, but a male voice pulled him out of his delusion.

"Who are you?" Lincoln said as he got into a fighting stance.

The mysterious stranger stood still and quiet. It was a boy of Asian descent; his waist-length hair hid one eye, and he was wearing a tight-fitting white long-sleeved shirt that showed off musculature just like Lincoln's. He was also wearing black slacks and dress shoes.

The boy laughed sweetly and replied. "You don't remember me? Two years ago in the MMA rookie finals. I'm Kurohana Hideki."

Lincoln knew that name and that sound. A soft, slightly effeminate voice but with a dreadful tone, "You!" Lincoln was about to attack, but the boy approached, leaning his face forward and stroking his chest.

"Hmm. Your muscles have grown a lot since the last time I saw you."

Lincoln violently pushed the boy away from him. "What are you doing here?"