Christopher Pierre
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Christopher sat alone in the room of broken mirrors, his crooked, black metal bat set off to the side. He had some staticky black splotches on his skin from where the aware and "betraying" mirrors had managed to burn him, and a trail of dark red blood fell from his nose.
He was breathing heavily with one hand held in his hair. His head snapped up when he heard movement in the manor's halls. What had gotten in? Who had gotten in...?
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