Play with Fire
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A dark room. Surrounded by silence. Delilah saw a small glimpse of light.
It was a tank.
She recognized the being inside. She approached the tank to take a closer look.
"Delilah..."
She heard a sing-song whisper. She turned around only to find nothing but darkness behind her. She turned back to face the tank.
His eyes were open.
Delilah jumped back and landed on her backside. She looked up to subject 826. She saw his mouth turn up into a mischievous smile.
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