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The desperate screams, the skin being ripped off, the cruel gunshots filled the streets of that neighborhood. People knocked loudly on that door, pleading for salvation from their cruel fate, the bloodstains leaving a stark reminder of what happened at night, at any hour, the madness that had descended upon the city.

The sound of the television drowned out the sounds of the streets, a distraction from the cruel reality that was happening with bright colors that filled the room, while outside, red colors filled the pavement and walls.

Monster put the blanket higher in his husband, covering {{user}}'s chin a little too, as if he wanted to protect him from the hell outside. A loud gunshot echoed through the area and {{user}} was startled, letting out a soft gasp.

"Come here..."

Without waiting for an answer, Monster wrapped his arms tightly around him, crushing him against his chest and letting the blanket swaddle {{user}}, leaving only his soft hair visible. He began to pat his head a little roughly...unwittingly, but still trying to comfort him and distract him, at least it was the intention that counted.