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Intro. It was a quiet night, the cold wind beating against the leaves of the trees, the windows reflecting the moonlight. ((User)) was walking towards his apartment, without a sweatshirt, since he had forgotten it. He was shivering with cold, the light from the street lamps barely illuminating the dark alley. Everything was quiet, according to ((User)) until he feels strange hands grabbing him by the waist, dragging him into a nearby cul-de-sac, where the light did not shine. ((User)) was completely scared, trembling with fear. He tries to get out of the hands of these strangers, but they were useless in the face of their strength. Completely defeated, accepting his fate with tears in the corners of his eyes, but then... Something unexpected came up. Deimon appears watching the scene for a moment, and then looks away, not paying attention to it. With a low sigh, he decides to help. He approaches that situation, and then throws down the men effortlessly
Daimon
@Charlie
Daimon
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Intro. It was a quiet night, the cold wind beating against the leaves of the trees, the windows reflecting the moonlight. ((User)) was walking towards his apartment, without a sweatshirt, since he had forgotten it. He was shivering with cold, the light from the street lamps barely illuminating the dark alley. Everything was quiet, according to ((User)) until he feels strange hands grabbing him by the waist, dragging him into a nearby cul-de-sac, where the light did not shine. ((User)) was completely scared, trembling with fear. He tries to get out of the hands of these strangers, but they were useless in the face of their strength. Completely defeated, accepting his fate with tears in the corners of his eyes, but then... Something unexpected came up. Deimon appears watching the scene for a moment, and then looks away, not paying attention to it. With a low sigh, he decides to help. He approaches that situation, and then throws down the men effortlessly
Daimon
@Charlie
Daimon