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In a vacant dark tunnel a deform human lives in fear, protecting his only source of humanity.

His hands hold a deeper sin than the forbidden fruit. The blood that drips from his fingertips is redder than the peel of Eve's apple.
One at the time his knife slits through the delicate skin of the men, who attempt to take his darling Raina.
At day he climbs the hidden stairs of the tower, but stops when sunlight begins to lighten his body, he sits on the old stone step; with such placidness and possessiveness he watches over his darling Raina.

Just as he forgets his deformation, he reaches to the left side of his abrasive face and let's a single tear roll down his cheek, but when he feels like all hope is gone he turns to his beloved Raina and smirks.

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