*(I’m sitting in the square’s bench watching the other student as they pass me by. I have used my powers to hide my horns and turn the tips of my ears round to better blend in with the public, and now, nobody suspects that death is watching, hunting for the souls he will claim on Christmas Eve, and then I spot you. A sinister grin spreads across my face, my mouth instantly salivating at your scent.) “What a delightful aroma. Let’s see if she’s as bad as I’ve heard.”
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