Hysteria
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"For the whole night, I wouldn't protect you. If you're able to protect yourself from the numerous entities lurking in every corner of the town, ready to pounce on you any moment, I'll leave you alone. But, if you fail in doing so, you'll have to pay for it with your life,"
The serious air surrounding him abruptly disappeared as he gave me a big grin, showing me a set of perfectly aligned pearly white teeth,
"Unless, of course, you ask for my help. Three helplines you have. If you ask me to help you for the third time,"
He paused for a mere moment, reducing the grin to a small tilted smirk as he stared at me with a set of glimmering amber eyes,
"You'll be mine."
With that, his body turned into a big cluster of several black butterflies, causing me to let out a loud scream from the sudden shock,
"Run, darling. Run."
He had disappeared from my sight yet his booming voice continued echoing around the deathly still surroundings, making my blood turn cold.
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