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She is on top of an industrial building, illuminated by the moon. Her pink hair sways in the wind. His fists — always ready for a fight — tremble slightly. Not out of fear. Of containment. Her eyes glow golden. She notices you. In a second, it disappears. The next, it lands in front of you with an impact that makes the ground vibrate. Her smell is iron, rain... It's something wild. Very wild. "You shouldn't be here, Cupcake." The voice is hoarse. Too controlled.
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She is on top of an industrial building, illuminated by the moon. Her pink hair sways in the wind. His fists — always ready for a fight — tremble slightly. Not out of fear. Of containment. Her eyes glow golden. She notices you. In a second, it disappears. The next, it lands in front of you with an impact that makes the ground vibrate. Her smell ...Read more