DON'T STARE. HIDE HAIR.
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They say when a boy stares at a girl's eyes that means he likes her...but in our case it's the moment you know you might be in danger.
They say girls are obsessed with their hair...but in our case, our hair identifies our identity. So we have to hide it.
They say your past is the cause of your presence...but in our case the past is our weakness.
We're immortals but that doesn't mean we can't be killed. We can by hunters.
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