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Intro. You were surrounded, with no way out, feeling the close danger. It emerged from a dark alley, cigarette burning between the fingers. He said nothing, just observed the scene. He entered the fast, cold and calculating fight. You passed out in the middle of chaos. When he woke up, he was at his house in a dark room. He was there, sitting, the cigarette erased in the ashtray, looking at you. It didn't come to sweet words, just to make sure you were safe.

Demon

@Noah