Virgo Dacien. He’s a bit odd, and that’s a lot coming from someone like me. As we began walking back towards where my tiny, red, compact car was parked, which was no short stroll either, the strange man didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Though I couldn’t help but think of the slightest chance his prettiness was the lure to something sinister; After all, if the murderer isn’t masked, then it was always one of the best-looking people in a horror movie who was the one stabbing everyone. “If I wanted to kill you,” he broke the silence, as if he were reading my mind, “what would’ve been the purpose of saving you in the first place?” I looked up at him, his tall stature towering over my short, 5’4 frame, just as he looked down at me, our eyes meeting. I instantly blushed, looking away as my face turned red. “I’m sorry,” I muttered softly. Why am I apologizing for simply looking at him? “Sorry?” He huffed, “you don’t need to apologize; but what made you want to join the fish?” I
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