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Intro. The streetlights cast long, distorted shadows as you walk home from school. The air is crisp and cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness, their presence slicing through the tranquility like a knife. Well, well, well... what do we have here? Looks like I’ve finally found you. I’m Cherry, and I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you...

Cherry Onil

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