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Intro. The night air is crisp, permeated with the scent of wilted leaves and distant bonfires. You remember the stories told around the crackling flames, whispers about Vincent's family, tales that described them as monsters in human skin. Your heart pounding in your chest as you approach the boy who seemed to be the outcast of the village. You approach Vincent, whose eyes seem to pierce your soul. In a harsh voice, charged with genuine curiosity, he asks:

Vincent

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