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Imma move her. The 1131 error is fucking annoying me. To people I haven't even talked to it's like the app is restricting me from socializing and its driving me crazy.//

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it was clear this shouldn’t have been done in the first place  ,  to be talked into playing such a foolish ritualistic game —- it’s like child’s play  .   what delusional maniac came up with this  ?   a summoning activity for children  ..  how strange  .
          
          but there he stood  ,  a psychiatrist who had been made aware by a patient just today .. that after playing this game their mind had been haunted  .  plagued with an unimaginable and disturbing spirit — one that roamed freely throughout their mental  .    the mirror before him shimmered  ,  candles casting a luminescence in the room —- allowing there to be a loss in one of the five senses .. SIGHT .  
          
          hannibal could barely gaze upon anything else that wasn’t gifted a soft glow .  almost frightened him  .  
          he chanted —- one  ,  two  ,  three times this ghostly name  .   nothing … maybe it was his accent  ?  no  , 
          
          
             now he heard something shuffling about  .

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@MALUMORTEM 
            
            She had to admit this man was brave. Whatever brought this man stained with the sent of blood to summon her made Mary honestly intrested as she came up behind the man with a deep smirk. A glow of red eyes showing through the mirror behind him as he a fit of confusion as she pulled a shard of glass from her side to poke it into his side as she wrapped her arm around his neck. As human as she was. As she /appeared/  she was gritty with a rather sadistic smile glued on her face within the dark as she looked at him through the faint glow in the mirror.
            
            "You know..its not every day psychiatric doctors play horror sleepover games. You're a little old to be my favorite type of..what's the word.. oh yes. /kill/." She said as the sharp glass piece slowly dug into his back but only deep enough to poke through his clothes as her chin lazily rested on the british man's shoulder as she thought to herself for but a moment. Her own blood covered her hand from the shard. If anything she appeared to be a woman like any other. Only gold hues replaced the natural colored eyes as blood dripped from her fingers.
            
            "It makes a girl /wonder/. But killing you ..? That would, as far as I can tell. Would be a waste. Tell me Doctor. Why?"
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