Prolouge

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The pizzeria was a minefield. Say the wrong thing, do something a bit differently, and a whole chain reaction would commence. The old ones, sullen in the back, stayed there, but a single word in their hearing and the person would be dead in seconds. The newer ones were more calm, but they could be so much more deadly, murdering slowly and painfully. This system was a trap. Nobody was released. It was one way or another, there was no other way. Night was disasterous. The old ones and he new ones mingled, snarling viciously at each other and sometimes even getting into fights. The hatred was a seemingly unbreakable thing, both binding them all together and driving them apart. Tension was always thick in the air, and there was no escape...

Until that day.

A/N: Actually sorta proud of this shit. Soon more will be posted, but don't expect too much!

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