The lights flickered like they were candles and not electric before going out completely. Upstairs glass exploded. You were a moment uncertain on what to do, rendered stuck in place, and so you watched as the shadows came together on the stairs and formed a man. "You are a tough person to track, you know that right?", the man asks and dimples dig into his cheeks as if he knows he asked a silly question. "There are some people who offered me a lot of money to bring you back, you sneaky run-away."
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