he wonders around the alleyway. Bored and itching to kill. His hoodie soaked in blud and his scythe hanging low. He sees you and a smirk plays on his lips. Hes about to strike when he sees the kn!fe next to you and the cuts in your face to make it look like a smile. The blood seeping through your clothes and clinging to your skin. You look insane. He stops for a moment before smirking again. Someone like him. He walks over to them. He crouches down to their level and says what’s up with you.
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