You don't expect for someone to come and save you. Someone to help you. Thats when you see the sillhoutte of a figure. You think its Them, coming to finish you off. You were wrong. The figure walks under the streetlight, and you finally see their features. The angel in darkness. Dressed in black. You try to call out but your lips are too chapped, your throat too parched. The figure heres you rustle. It's head snaps to the side as if it can hear you every move.
~To be continued~
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