~Dancing in The Dark~ A Follower x Reader
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A criminal enters the building that is known as Slaughter Me Street. Do you think she will die by the demonic puppets hands? Or perhaps will they slowly create a soft spot for her? Let's find out~ ( I do NOT own the cover of the story and this will probably be a short story unless you want me to continue.)
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