The white haired boy walked through the snowy streets, his hands behind his back and a smirk on his face. He was looking around for a new victim, but he was having no luck today.

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you, who just got out of work. We’re strolling down the street, making your way back home. The snow filling the air making it hard to see along with the fog

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