Run, run little one.. he whispers, his voice a low growl that cuts through the patter of rain. As he sits up in a tree. his crimson eyes gleam with a chilling intensity, and a smirk plays at his lips, as if he relishes the fear he evokes. You have to run faster than that to escape the beast. He chuckles
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