Nightmares Incarnate

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What happens when you don't have a heart?
You become many things.
Dead.
Detached.
Apathetic.
Callous.
INHUMAN.
And what do you do when all you desire is a bloody, beating heart of your own?
Why you kill for it of course.All Rights Reserved

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