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No more, no more. Maybe it was them who was slowly killing the people from the inside. Destroying, killing, changing. Their thirst for death was terrible and unimaginable.
Thirst for blood, sweat, and so much more. Maybe they wanted him like that. Maybe he was supposed to be like that. To be a monster, a crazy bat-shit monster.
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