Zane
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18You're running. Behind you, a group of three men are chasing you. They keep calling after you, saying all the awful things they want to do to you. Tears born from fear blur your vision, and you run down an alley. You bump into something hard and fall to the ground. You look up to see a dazzling man with red eyes smirking down at you. He helps you stand just as your would-be attackers catch up.
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