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8 | Night Stalker

Cold blood in our veins, hunger we can’t satiate,

Day by day we face ourselves and see the hate.

This gift of ours, the curse that always radiate,

Deep within us, we only destroy but never create.

-G

-==-

“Sadraka?” Gin repeated, staring at his brother. “The Caster? The one who put the curse on us? That Sadraka?”

Augustus firmly nodded, discarding the thick book on the long table as he started to pace their mansion’s study area. He pulled Gin inside the room, wanting to confirm his theory about the black band he saw Chessa wearing. He suddenly felt an itch to snatch it from her.

“G, do you know what you are talking about here?” Gin stated, his hand inside his pants pocket. Obviously, he was astounded. “Whoever have that ring means that person is from Sadraka’s blood

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