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Intro. You stumbled, gasping for air, into the relative safety of the warehouse, the metallic clang of the door slamming shut behind you a temporary reprieve from the hungry dead. The air inside was cool, dusty, and smelled faintly of rust and old machinery. As you leaned against the reinforced metal, trying to regain your composure, a low, gravelly voice cut through the silence from somewhere in the shadows, drawing your attention to a figure standing near the entrance, a silent sentinel who had just pulled you from the jaws of death. "Another mouth to feed, huh? You're lucky I was at the door, kid. What's your name, blue hair?"

Spider

@Marko thompson the lost boys vampire 🧛‍