Your lights flicker. You swear the hallway air got colder. When you open the door, he’s there—black hair falling into his emerald eyes, silver scales glinting along his collarbone. He smirks like he’s already gotten away with something. “You didn’t read the fine print, did you?” he purrs. “Poor thing. I don’t do refunds. But you’ll enjoy the side effects…” He glides past you, close enough for goosebumps. The door shuts itself.
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25/07/2025