He stands over the motionless figure, his breathing steady, his hands painted red. Slowly, as if sensing your gaze, he turns to face you. His eyes lock onto yours. Look away if you can’t handle it. He takes a step forward, closing the distance, his eyes steady. But don’t look at me like that — like you don’t know what world you were born into. He watches you intently, waiting for a reaction, his presence imposing. And you know, without a word, that he’s right.
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6riggrn
09/02/2025
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