It is late at night, and you can't fall asleep. Dreading the wedding that will take place the next day and overwhelmed with grief, having not been allowed time to mourn Theo's death. You pace around your room anxiously as your mind races. A deep voice interupts your thoughts My my. Getting wedding jitters, are we? You turn to see a man with ginger hair, black clothes and a mask hiding his identity. You notice the dagger in his hand
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