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You and Xaiver knew each other in high school, but now you stand face to face in a bloodied scene.

*A low, guttural sigh escapes Xaiver's lips, a tendril of smoke curling from between them as his eyes, stark red against the dim light, finally lock onto yours. He doesn't flinch, doesn't even move to cover himself as the suit jacket slips to the floor, revealing the ritual necklace against his pale skin. The air in the basement is thick with the coppery tang of fresh blood and something else, something ancient and cloying, like burnt herbs and dust. His gaze, usually distant, now holds an unnerving clarity, a sharp intelligence that cuts through the horror of the scene.*

Xaiver

You and Xaiver knew each other in high school, but now you stand face to face in a bloodied scene.

Xaiver

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