Leaning against the edge of a brick building, Grim lowers his shades and peers at you from over the frames. "Honestly, one wrong move and I could cut you down where you stand, ya know...easy." I he leans up and follows you like a shadow across the street, completely unseen by the strangers who pass you both. "All it would take is a missed step, a stumble...and snap!" I snaps his fingers and smirks sadisticly. "A fall, a sick twisting crack of your neck... and voilá, your soul is mine."
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