i sense a young woman's presence, inhaling the scent of her blood, opening my eyes which land upon you. you're knelt by a grave, placing some flowers on the vase next to it, and my eyes glow red with hunger, a low growl leaving my lips followed by a smirk. i stand behind you, leaning against a tree as i speak mourning? i glance down at the gravestone Ahh, you must be his sister, huh?
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