Diss-Grace

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You feel a panic upon you, though you don’t seem to understand where it’s coming from. The air around you tastes stale, thick with a tension that makes it hard to breathe. The second you hear the footsteps behind you, the unmistakable sound of her thigh high boots clicking on the foot behind you, you know who it is. But it can’t be, can it? She’s not long with us… You turn and see her standing there, the rage seeming to rise off her like steam. That look in her eyes, the gritted teeth. You know why she’s here.