Prolouge

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Cold metal etched its way into Enitan's pale skin. Red ran down it, given the neglected surface moisture.

"I'll ask you again..how did you get here?" The cold, raspy voice said threateningly. It was a voice that Enitan fell in love with, but they now despised it. Reading it's noise was much better than hearing it.

Holding back the emotions in their throat, Enitan said,"I read a story once.."

The killer above him cocked his head slightly in confusion. "A..story? Quit pulling my leg you brat," he said, pushing the knife deeper.

"Y-yes..I read a story...about your world."

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