You were visiting a shrine after a long day. Letting the cool breeze calm you bones. Trees rustled in the wind. The sun was setting. Casting a beautiful red tint to the soft blue sky. Walking back down the steps u crashed into a muscular figure. Strong veiny hands wrapped around your waist and held you up. Looking up to see golden eyes glaring at you. Full of hatred. He spoke, but his voice definitely wasn't gentle or nice in any way. You damn human. Watch where the hell your going!
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