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【𝐇】𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

• 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 •
The Crimson Tyrant
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While the moon was still high up, the two residents of the run-down house; you and Grim snored peacefully, often tossing and turning under the thin blanket. But despite the calm atmosphere, little you know that the mirror on the room you slept glowed dimly and a sudden dream rippled through your mind.

Where it envisioned a scenery of black and white where a little girl in a puff dress wandered into a place where it looked like a rose maze, stumbling upon card-looking soldiers.

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"Hurry up and paint the roses red. If we don't hurry, the flowers will wilt!" The card soldiers chorused together as they painted the white roses on a heart bush, red. Holding the paint brushes that tinted red.

"Hurry, hurry! There are still some that aren't painted!" The Ace of Clubs exclaimed, and frantically painted the roses red alongside his fellow card soldiers.

"Painting... the roses??" You thought, utterly confused.

"Why are you painting the white roses red?" The blonde girl in the puffed dress finally asked.

"Huh?" The card soldiers abruptly stopped before turning to the little girl's direction. "Why, you ask? Well, to tell you the truth, we made a mistake and accidentally planted the white roses." The two of Clubs answered.

"The Queen loves red, so if she sees white, then it'll be off with our heads!" Ace of Clubs exclaimed. Praying that the paint wouldn't spill on the floor, or his blood will be used as paint for the roses.

The words that left the soldier were unsettling, even to yourself who stood nearby the strange characters and watched them speechless. You glanced at the girl walking towards another soldier, you can tell that she was curious.

"Is that so??"

"Yes, it is. That's exactly why we're painting them red."

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And so, the dream slowly drifted to close and the eyelids of your tired eyes opened, finding yourself staring at the ceiling of your room. Your blank eyes blinked once, then twice for another before you let out a soft breath you were holding.

"What was that? A dream?" You grumbled underneath your breath.

You let yourself sit up slowly to the edge of the bed, not wanting to disturb Grim who muttered incoherent nonsense beside the spot you slept and let your thoughts wander to the dream you had. Which was vividly peculiar. Card soldiers, a curious little girl, white roses, red roses... blood... blood?

Knock, knock, knock-!

You suddenly snapped out of your grim thoughts when a loud knock rang itself from downstairs, causing you to be fully awake out of your sleepy daze. That's odd, who could be knocking this late? You turned to the bedside where your phone was and looked at the time.

And on cue, the knock had stirred Grim awake and grumbled. "Hey, [m.name], there's someone at the door..."

Another knock followed and it was your turn to grumble, who even comes here almost in the middle of the night? It's already late, and people are sleeping. It's already unfortunate that you have less sleep, and it's being interrupted. Now you wonder who it could be.