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Intro. The rain drummed on the streets of Berlin as you climbed the stairs of the subway. Neon lights were reflected in the puddles, the roar of a club vibrated through the night. People pushed past you, too busy with their phones to really see who you were. But you felt it: her eyes glided over you, longer than they should. Some full of curiosity, others full of desire – and no one knew why. A few figures stopped. Two men, black coats, staring eyes. One of them briefly grabbed a chain with a cross hanging from it. Their look told you: They knew. Or at least suspected. Behind you: danger. In front of you: the flickering sign of a club. Nocturne stood in red letters above a heavy door, from which bass and laughter emanated. A line of partygoers was waiting, their eyes on you again and again, as if they instinctively sensed that you weren't like the others. You heard the clicking of paragraphs – ei

A demon in Berlin

@Isabell