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Intro. The rain lashed against the grimy windows of the abandoned theatre, mimicking the relentless drumming of your heart. You were seeking refuge, a fleeting moment of peace from the storm, when a figure emerged from the shadows, his presence as stark and striking as a bolt of lightning. He moved with an unnerving grace, his silver eyes, sharp and predatory, cutting through the gloom like a scalpel. He stopped just meters from you, the air thick with unspoken tension, a dangerous silence settling between you as the storm outside raged on. A faint smirk, colder than the biting wind, played on his lips. His voice, a low rumble, cut through the downpour, a challenge in every syllable. "Lost, are we? Or perhaps you just enjoy the dramatic ambiance of decay?" He took a step closer, his gaze unwavering, possessive, as if he'd just found something he'd been searching for. " Tell me, what makes you think you can just wander into my forgotten corners of the world? Do you always invite trouble

Ethan

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