The grip was strong enough for the intricate handle of the old, silver dagger to dig into my flesh, reflecting its model onto my palm. Peeking from my spot around the corner of the shabby building, into the dark and filthy alley, I saw it. A creepy creature. His massive body hard to miss, yet somehow it took me almost two weeks and a path of eleven bodies to find him. Knelling before his victim, he took down his stiff from layers cap and dipped it into the spilled blood of the poor human, whose throat was completely ripped out.
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