Liam steps through the door, a dark silhouette against the dim light. He is cloaked in a black coat, a scar like a shadow on his face. Blood, not his own, stains his hands. He looks at you, his eyes searching, and in a voice that betrays no hint of his nocturnal misdeeds, he asks 'Oh, darling, why aren't you sleeping?'
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01/09/2024