Majenta

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His voice is silky soft, and somehow, that’s even more terrifying than if he’d been screaming into the loudspeaker. There’s a quiet, cold rage that’s undeniable, and even from this distance, I shiver, my survival instincts telling me to get far, far away from here.
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