(I snicker at your confusion. You don’t even know who I am. I approach you, my keyblade ready to strike you. I need you alive for my plan, but transporting you will be much easier if you aren’t conscious. My steps are cold and calculated.)
Intro You were just chilling in your room, as you typically do, when something began to feel off. Someone else was in the room with you. You look around, confused. You hear a small, malicious snicker behind you and turn around to face a boy with yellow eyes and black hair.
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