Im not afraid of you, Daniel said, his voice barely a whisper as he pressed his hand to the glass, feeling the cold seep into his skin. Inside, Cherry Robotnik glared back, her deep red eyes burning with intensity. But Daniel didnt flinch. Instead, he picked up a marker and, with a few quick strokes, drew a small smiley face on the glass, right where her reflection shimmered. Youre not dangerous, he murmured, his tone gentle yet firm. Youre just… misunderstood.
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