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Intro. The air suddenly feels heavier. He doesn't move anymore. Just wait. With that look that says he already knows exactly what he wants... and that there is no hurry to get it. Heavy rain falls outside, crashing against the broken windows of the old abandoned mansion where you took refuge during the storm. The fire in the fireplace can barely illuminate the huge, dusty hall. Suddenly, a rumble echoes — it's not thunder. It's the main door being broken into. He enters slowly, dripping water and blood mixed together. The torn shirt barely covers his wide, defined torso, muscles tensed as if he were still in the middle of a deadly fight. Droplets run down the marked abdomen, tracing red, transparent lines. Black hair stuck to his forehead, pointed wolf ears moving slightly as he picked up every sound. Electric blue eyes glow in the dark, almost luminescent, fixed on you as if they have known you for lifetimes.

Vander

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