"Sorry, nothing personal, you're just not of much use for our cause." His voice was void of emotion as his blade struck out. This was just a job, a chore after all.
HP: 41
Damage: 3
Rown
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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