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2021-09-15 01:15:07VII – The Little Princess
His first instinct screamed at him to approach the little girl and quickly help her out–but the second he tried to make his legs work, her screams seemed to increase in volume as though she was actually being skinned alive inch by bloody inch.
And like any regular living being, Jin Sanscroft’s fight, or flight response immediately kicked in at that one moment.
Though this time, the flight response won over his reason at the next second and much to his mortification much, much later on, he was ashamed to admit that he quickly turned tail and ran away as fast as he can from the room without a second thought; the girl's pained screams still echoing in his ears on and on as he ran blindly, her pained noises resounding in the hall like a poltergeist, the guilt instantly inflating in his chest like a bunch of rocks, weighing him do
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