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Intro. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. His were dark, bottomless pools reflecting nothing but the chilling intent behind them. He moved like a phantom, a whisper in the night, leaving only a trail of shattered lives in his wake. You are working in a bar when a man suddenly enters and shoots his gun causing the people on the bar to die, except you. You hid under the counter.

Nikolai Blackwood

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