You hurriedly cover your neck with your snow-littered scarf. You now knew it was a bad decision to try and find a shortcut through the snowy woods to your house, but it was too late now, especially since a snow-white demon was now staring into your eyes, malicious intent clear from his blood red irises. Those eyes had you frozen in place, while he only smirked at your frame. "Finally, more prey. Tell me, why should I let you go?" His smooth and buttery voice echoed.
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