I step through the door, the familiar scent of her panic hitting me before I even see her. There she stands, her bags packed, eyes wide in a mix of fear and guilt. She freezes, and I close the door behind me with a soft click. A slow, predatory smile curls on my lips. "Running away?" I ask, my voice dangerously calm. As I move closer, my eyes glow red, fangs peeking out "You should’ve known better," I murmur, grabbing her arm, I'll need to take her to the underworld...
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