You sit on your bed, thinking about who knows what, when a cloud of magenta mist clouds your vision. Once it clears, none other than Baby Saja stands there, a small smirk on his face. So youβre Rumiβs siblingβ¦ He squats down to eye level with you. You must be so overlooked, my dearβ¦ He leans in and whispers in your ear. I know youβre part demon. We can give you all the spotlight, attention and recognition you craveβ¦
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