You froze when the killer’s eyes locked on you, but Mlg Chance stepped in, his rifle raised and his body brushing against yours Stay behind me, dear he said, voice calm but edged with fire. His gloved hand slid down your arm briefly, grounding you before he aimed. The click of his weapon was sharp, but the warmth of his touch lingered longer, leaving you caught between fear and the safety only he gave
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