In the beginning, there were only shadows. Pure and cold, it held everything and nothing, infinite and vast but confined and constrained all at the same time. Darkness was free to roam in darkness, and there was nothing else existing to corrupt that beautiful, uncanny black void.

Then, in some unknown circumstance, she was born. Borne from the blackness that enshrouded her for such a time, she entered the stage as cursed as the world could make her. From her first breath in this blighted realm of whiteness and plague and sorrow, she longed for flesh and blood.

Flesh and blood she wanted, and so she received.

With a brooding smile reflecting the brutality that had once encased her, she dragged the limp body of a bloody corpse down a vacant street, blood pooling under the slain victim as the dead weight scraped against the moist ground. She licked her lips, her eyes growing wide and her mouth watering from the delicious scent of human flesh, tickling her senses, taunting her and beckoning to her just-

Take.

A.

Bite.

She heaved up the body with a baffling strength, spreading her wide-stretched maws and snapping it down monstrously on the victim's pale throat, ripping out a juicy chunk of flesh. She closed her relentless mouth around the gaping wound, drinking in the oozing, viscous blood that drained out of the body, gulping and moaning as if she had never known peace before.

She ripped at the body in the middle of that empty street, tearing limbs and crunching bones as her red eyes, glowing like scarlet radioactive waste against black pulsing ink, flashed and glinted with a ravenous frenzy. The sounds of ripping flesh and slopping blood filled the lone road, nothing but the flickering yellow streetlights to accompany the rogue ghoul.

The entire body of the victim was consumed within minutes, leaving a decapitated head, mauled beyond recognition, teetering eerily on the stone street. The ghoul stabbed two fingers into the eye sockets, popping out the eyeballs and yanking at the veiny strings that attached them to the skull. She let out a low giggle, popping one of the balls into her mouth and bit down on it violently, sending fluids to squirt in and out of her mouth. She savored the taste, a slow grin appearing upon her pale features. She rolled the other eye in between her slick bloody fingers, gazing down at the severed head with a curious expression. She swallowed the first eye and plopped the second one in, crushing the sphere and drinking the juices with one swift gulp.

She grabbed the head in a slender hand, her fingers curling around the frontal cortex as her palm smashed into the forehead, splintering the skull and sending thick streams of blood to spurt out from the wound. Her fingers clamped down on the head, crushing the bone and sending shards of the bloody skull to dig deeper into the victim's brain. She pried the top part of the skull off, leaving a gaping hole to reveal the oh-so precious human brain. She dug a tapered hand in with a wheezing giggle, feeling the mushiness of the organ and bringing up the thick gray ropes to her mouth. She lapped at the fluids and slurped up the strings, her eyes glinting venomously under the moonless night sky. A grin appeared on her pink lips, glowing white teeth stained with sticky blood and flesh and foul organs, adorning that fearsome, wicked smile.

Then, just like a sudden gust that swept through the empty street, she was gone, darkness swallowing up everything once more. Nothing but the smashed head of her previous prey, bleeding profusely upon the stone, confirmed her ghostly presence there on the slumbering streets of Tokyo.

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She appeared back in front of the door to her apartment like a phantom, her steps soundless and her existence unknown. She creaked the door open, frightening even the hyperactive mice that scurried across the mangy floors of the concrete complex, and slithered inside, shutting the darkened door with glowing, gleaming red eyes.

She turned around and blinked, the glowing scarlet swirling suddenly into a breathtaking shade of dark golden amber. Her black sclera melted away into a veiny white, and she exhaled a steady breath before making her way towards the shower, slapping down a wad of bloody cash on her kitchen counter.

She stripped herself from her bloody clothes in the dark, revealing a pair of dark tattoos beside her protruding hipbones; they depicted a curled lizard and a menacing scorpion. She jerked her head to the side, ringing a loud chain of pops and cracks from her spine, untying her two long pigtails with bloody fingers. Her shock of white hair, splattered in a series of crimson, tumbled down in a single silky curtain, falling just above her hips. She took the time to get multiple cotton pads, her fingers still drenched in bodily fluids, and soaked them in a blue liquid, rubbing the remover upon her pale face and ridding it from the dreary makeup.

She jumped into the shower stall and immediately turned the dial to boiling hot, the water scalding her scalp and melting the blood from her body. She sighed, a ghost of a smirk upon her pink lips, and she commenced the shower with her favorite caramel-scented shampoo, conditioner, and scrubbing herself vigorously with a loofa.

After towel drying herself and slipping on some satin nightwear, she went over to the kitchen sink and poured herself some water from her filtered pitcher. Chugging it, she slammed the plastic up back down onto the counter and made her way over to her bed in the darkness, where she slipped under the covers like a snake and curled under the blankets, drifting off in the shadows into a soft, nightmarish slumber.

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She was up before dawn, the iciness of the morning darkness piercing her pale skin, flushing her cheeks and eliciting soft, misty breaths from her glossy lips. Her eyes, darkened heavily by the black makeup, outlined the large maple irises that gleamed mysteriously under the weak light of the rising sun. She whisked out the door like a breeze, as if nothing had been there at all.

She crept through the still slumbering city, the buildings tall and gloomy just as the clouds that loomed over Tokyo, a tiny smile slinking stealthily across her smooth face. She flickered her tawny eyes from side to side, creeping down the alleys with her black, round-toed shoes clicking monotonously upon the rain-sprinkled cobble.

She reached a small vending machine, glowing faintly in the graying air, and slipped a coin into the slot. She punched a button deliberately with black-nailed fingers, with a little more force than necessary, and down tumbled a can of russet and mahogany. Picking up the canister, she opened it with a crisp crack and took a sip of the coffee, stepping to the side next to the vending machine to finish the beverage before continuing her way down the street; she shoved a slender hand into the back pocket of her tattered jean shorts. Her long white ponytail swayed as she sauntered by the shops, still dark and empty from the night before; completely and utterly alone, she persisted onward still, that sly smile still pinned upon her delicate face.

She roamed around Shibuya for some time before settling on the second floor of a nearby Starbucks, overlooking the Scramble Crossing that was somehow vigorously fascinating to human tourists. There, she ordered another coffee - black, with no sugar - and sipped the hot beverage while leaning lazily upon the cedar counter, propped against the huge window peering over the crosswalk; she brushed a loose lock of white hair from her face.

After some time, the café drew in a steady stream of customers, ranging from frantic salary workers, anxious to get the hell out and to their job already, to more laid-back locals who took their time, ordered their food, and sat down at one of the black iron tables that were crammed and fitted into the space, which was only a touch larger than her own apartment.

A young man was bold enough to settle next to her, plopping down onto the wooden stool and placing a sketchpad gently upon the counter; the worst part of it was the smell of his hot panini, which slithered towards her nostrils in a sickly stream of hot steam. She gagged.

As the room began to smell more like food and less like the coffee her ghoulish nose was more accustomed to, she sprung up, discarded her trash in the paper bin, and made her escape, holding her hand over her mouth and nose to block the odor of human food from reaching her tongue anymore. The stench was revolting to the point where she could have doubled over then and there to retch out everything that was churning in her stomach; thus, she held her breath for dear life.

She remained in the Shibuya area. Walking down the busy alleys, a good mix of tourists and locals blending about, she entered a few of the stores and did a bit of shopping, all the while avoiding the food shops and restaurants that emitted the familiar and gut-wrenching stench of grilled meat and baked goods; she was a ghoul anyhow, and human food just didn't mix with her system. A further addition to her list of incompatibility with humans would include the men walking around with their sharp jackets and dull ties, wandering around and doing their senseless "research" on individuals of her kind.

They were called Ghoul Investigators, otherwise known as Doves. She was alert, vigilant even, scanning her eyes around every so often to see if she could pick out any of those men in suits, carrying those damned, ghastly steel briefcases.

Much to her relief, she identified no one of the description, and after making her purchases, she exited out of the store and quickly made her way down to the subway station, striding over the Scramble Crossing in order to reach it; the advertisements broadcasting across the overly large LED screens in the back blared their commercials, the bright colors illuminating the area even in the morning sunlight that casted itself over the city in a thick blanket of white.

She bought a ticket from the electronic booths and made her way to the Yamanote Line, headed towards Tokyo Station.

That particular day was indeed rather boring, so she wandered aimlessly around Tokyo, wearing out her legs before dropping down on a bench area. Yawning, she scoffed at the stumbling people dressed in expensive suits and tight pencil skirts, rushing through the crowd to reach their offices; they looked skittish, like squirrels scurrying around under the watchful and baneful eye of a falcon.

An intrepid smile suddenly extended across her pale face again. The peculiarity of it could have been easily mistaken as a seductive conduct rather than a death sentence, brewing ominously inside the recesses of her darkened, corrupted mind. There was definitely something odd hidden beneath her snowy skin, eerily flawless and glimmering as though her face had been lightly frosted with tears. And with that brutally charismatic smile, she baited several young men who had happened to cross her path to glance at her, their eyes misting over with a charmed wonder and awe. However, there was no initiation, and as quickly as she had manifested into their lives, she was gone just as promptly.

She was ruthless.

She was a ghoul.

Night fell upon the city quickly, the day seeming to rush by as if her anxiety ran the world. The sun sank low into the sky, drooping past the jagged horizon of skyscrapers and roves, blanketing the nation in a cloak of veiled darkness; the moon was present, but only slightly, and refused to glow in the sky that glittered dimly with the restricted number of winking stars. The air was damp and cold, so chilling to the bone that it pulled out wisps of white mist from the mouth to linger in the darkness, before dissipating slowly like the life of a dying soul.

She drifted around the alleys of Shibuya, eyeing the potential meals walking around, secreting that enticing, irresistible aroma from their open pores. She gulped, feeling the saliva crawling down her wanton throat as her nostrils flared, parting her lips and guzzling down the scent; she could taste the metallic tang of human blood upon her tongue, and she shivered from the sensation sparked along her spine. Her core tightened and coiled, her amber eyes glinting in a hint of crimson as she hissed tenderly in delight.

A young mother passed by, her finger clasped tightly by the tiny hand of her little daughter, dressed in a cute little pink dress and a matching pin-striped bow upon her short bob of black hair. The ghoul smirked, her irises swirling like lava as her gaze lingered on them, getting a whiff of the child's rosy scent from a faint breeze that breathed through the hazy street. Her mouth flooded with the sensation of a certain delectable flavor, opening her mouth to reveal strings of liquid and a slimy, writhing tongue. She ducked into a corner, allowing the pair to walk off some distance from her before she slinked off behind them, her curled mouth letting out a malicious, soundless cackle.

She stalked them for some time, studying the mother as she tightened her trench coat and tugged a white jacket on the little girl, protecting them from the cold, but not from the greater danger that prowled behind them, glinting its golden eyes. They arrived at a crossroad, where the mother led the girl towards the left. The ghoul, finally growing bored in trailing behind the two, let out a lingering hiss that sizzled into the night, sparking the little girl turn around in curiosity, mixed with a delicious amount of fear. Her round, innocent brown eyes saw nothing in the darkness behind her, and she tugged on her mother's trench coat to grab her attention.

"Okaasan," the little girl babbled.

The mother blinked her eyes, stopping in her place and turned her head to look down at her daughter.

"What is it, Kiyomi-chan?"

The child pointed a finger towards the darkness, where she had heard the noise.

"I heard something there," she said.

The mother fluttered her eyelids, befuddled.

"Kiyomi-chan, I think you're getting sleepy. Come now, your father is waiting for us to come home."

Kiyomi puffed out her cheeks a little and furrowed her brows.

"Okay."

Her mother beckoned her along the dark road towards the stone bridge that led over a small stream, which led into a more populated area of apartments and small shops.

There was another hiss of wind, a gust blowing past the girl, snatching her attention yet again. She blinked her eyes, sniffed the suddenly delightful-smelling air that blew behind her, and broke away from her mother's grasp in a jittery run.

"W-wait! Kiyomi-chan!" the woman called after the little girl, turning around to chase after her. "Kiyomi-chan!"

The little girl raced backwards, heading the back way they had come from, playfully following the wind that smelled of rain and warm caramel as she giggled and shrieked.

"Kiyomi!"

The little girl huffed as she followed her nose, trying to pinpoint exactly where that smell was coming from; she could smell it, that was for sure, but all she knew was that it was running away from her, and she had to catch it. It was a game, and Kiyomi laughed as she ran further, a precious smile of pearly teeth adorning her small, round face. Her bob of black hair flew back as she ran, her white jacket fluttering over her powder pink dress; her small little bow bobbed in her hair as her brown eyes shined with a gleam of childish amusement.

She ran through the little strip of buildings and stopped at a streetlamp in the middle of a park they had passed not too long ago, the path she had taken leading up to the stone bridge in which they were about to cross over. She took deep breaths, blinking as she trailed her eyes over the darkened trail, where the night stretched and faded into a void of blackness. Suddenly afraid, she backed up a little bit, her breath hitching in her small throat. It was only then, when she turned back around, that she noticed her mother had suddenly vanished.

"Okaasan?" she asked timidly into the air, her voice shaking. She gazed out towards one end of the path and saw nothing but darkness to greet her. She whipped her head back in the opposite direction, welcomed by the same shadows of the night; she was lost. Her face twisted up into a sob. "Okaasan...?"

Kiyomi began to cry, her wails unheard in the abandoned night, the scent of caramel seemingly forgotten. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her chubby hands, plopping down onto her little bottom as she wept some more, crying out her mother's name.

"What's wrong, little girl?" a velvety voice asked, materializing like magic from the shadows.

Kiyomi hiccupped, peering out from her fists and up at the white stranger before her. Her amber eyes were warm, and a flushed smile was pinned to her porcelain face. The little girl sniffled.

"Okaasan..." she wept, large tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

The white stranger blinked, her eyebrows knitting as she knelt beside the child, patting her black hair as her eyes shimmered.

"Have you lost you mother?" she asked the girl.

Kiyomi hiccupped again, just nodding her head and crying into her hands. The white stranger sighed, twisting her lip in thought before she let out a little laugh.

"I have an idea! Why don't we go find her together? That way, you don't have to walk in this scary park by yourself!"

Kiyomi sniffed, pouting as she gazed up at the stranger with wide eyes.

"You'll help me find Okaasan?" she asked timidly.

The stranger nodded enthusiastically. "Of course!"

Kiyomi slowly peeped her face out from her hands, wiping away the remainder of her tears on her reddened cheeks and eyes. She sniffled again and swallowed.

"Arigatou...Oneesan..."

The stranger flashed the girl a kind smile, offering a hand to the child as she recovered from her tears.

"Let's get off the ground now, shall we? It's pretty filthy down there."

Kiyomi fluttered her eyelids and nodded quickly, grabbing the white stranger's slender hand with both of her own and was pulled up onto her little feet. The stranger brushed the back of the child's dress from the dust and offered a hand to her again, to which Kiyomi grasped. She shoved a thumb into her mouth as she looked up at the stranger with bleary eyes, blinking.

"Now, do you know which way you came from?" the white stranger asked the girl.

Kiyomi frowned, turning her head from left to right to look at either ends of the path. With a disappointed huff, she shook her head, drooping her face towards the ground. The stranger sighed, looking up from the child. "How about this way? We'll try this way, then."

The girl sniffed.

"Okay."

Kiyomi was led further down the path, a finger in her mouth as she flicked her wide eyes around, anxious. The night was awfully terrifying, and she gripped the stranger's hand even tighter as she heard the wind howl once more. Suddenly, the smell of caramel came drifting back again, reigniting the game that had been recently lost. Kiyomi's eyes fluttered, sniffing her little nose and identifying the source of the scent.

"Oneesan, you smell yummy," she murmured softly.

The stranger's eyes flashed with amusement, a smirk appearing on her glowing face.

"Do I?" she purred.

Kiyomi nodded multiple times, her little bow bobbing back and forth as she did so. The stranger curled up her wet red lips, gleaming ominously under the pale yellow streetlights, and bent down slightly to take a deep inhale of the child, her nose buried in her hair. The stranger, her face out of sight from the little girl, rolled her eyes to the back of her skull and fought back an involuntary groan from deep within her throat. Her mouth spontaneously flooded with saliva, her senses tingling as she suppressed the urge to take a bite then and there.

"You...smell nice too," the stranger muttered, her voice a bit strangled. "Like roses and honey."

Kiyomi beamed.

"Okaasan bought me some new soaps for my birthday," she piped up cheerfully. "She says I'm growing up into a lady, and ladies need to smell nice and clean!"

"So they do," the stranger chuckled, her long white hair drifting behind her lightly in the breeze, as if it were the physical manifestation of the wind itself. "Ladies do need to smell nice, because then the boys will want you for themselves even more."

Kiyomi's eyes lit up, curious.

"Boys like it when girls smell nice?" she asked.

"Of course," the stranger insisted. "They think of naughty things when they find a pretty girl who smells really nice."

The little girl cocked her head to the side, puzzled.

"What naughty things?" she asked.

The white stranger flickered her mischievous golden eyes down to the girl, who gripped onto her finger more comfortably now. She merely smirked.

"You don't need to know for a long time," she humored darkly.

Kiyomi pursed her lips and puffed out her cheeks, shrugging before she started to skip, her hand clasped around the white stranger's middle finger.

"When we find Okaasan, I want to go and buy you some new soaps too," she chirped. "So you can make the boys think about all sorts of naughty things!"

The stranger burst out laughing, clutching her abdomen with her free hand.

"Oh, sweetheart," she chuckled, peering down to the child. "I already have no problem with the boys trying to eat me right up! In fact, my actual problem is to make them stop eating me!"

Kiyomi tilted her head to the side again, confused on what the woman meant.

"Eat you?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Are they ghouls?"

The hair on her body prickled, goosebumps erupting across her white skin as she shivered, closing her eyes to mask the crimson that spilled into her swirling irises.

"Oh, so you know about ghouls already, little one?" she asked the child.

"Otousan and Okaasan said to never trust any strangers, because they might be ghouls trying to eat me," Kiyomi muttered, shivering. She frowned a little bit, but then lifted up a bright face to the woman. "But I'm glad you came along to find me, Oneesan! With you, I bet we can find Okaasan in no time!"

The white stranger blinked her darkened auburn eyes, gazing down at the girl who smiled up at her in such innocence it could have flipped the dark night into day again. Her little pinstriped bow that kept her hair out of her face rustled slightly, her cute pink dress brushing against her little legs. The woman stared down at the little girl in puzzlement, bewildered that a mere child could have such a profound affect on her. She pressed her lips into a tight line, pondering, only to let it slip back into a long, mean smile.

"Yes," she hissed, wrapping her slender hand around the little girl's much smaller ones. "I shall reunite you with your mother soon..."

The white stranger stopped in her tracks, hanging onto the girl's hand and halting her as well. The child only stepped a few more inches in front of her before she stopped, turning back a questioning head; the stranger released her grip on the girl.

"Why did you stop?" she asked, her voice ringing like a single chime of a bell. The girl glanced around. "Okaasan?"

The woman's white bangs shielded her eyes as she tilted her head slightly forward, a slow, demonic smile slithering its way onto her pale features, cracking that porcelain mask of a face. Upon seeing the stranger's unusually sharp, glinting canines, the child gasped and took a step back, startled.

"O-oneesan?"

"You should have listened to you parents, little girl," the woman spat. She suddenly jerked her neck to the side, drawing loud cracks to ripple from her spine. Her head dropped, her long white hair nothing but a ghostly curtain ensconcing her face. "You should never talk to strangers..."

Kiyomi let out a soft whimper, backing away slowly as she saw the figure before her convulse and contort in such a demonic way it seemed as though something of another being was trying to rip itself out from beneath her skin. A string of saliva dripped from the woman's open mouth, her chest heaving as she breathed in that delicious, irresistible scent over and over. She was gasping, wheezing even, as she licked a long, slimy tongue over her bloodstained crimson lips, with the strings growing thick and cold.

A flash of scarlet eyes from under the shock of white hair sent the child aback, and she rushed into the darkness before her in a flurry of piercing screams.

The strange woman let out a rippling snarl, her back hunched as she stood there, watching her prey scurry off on her tiny little legs. Her lips tugged even higher, the wickedly dark grin reaching from one side of her face to the other, and with a snort, charged after the victim in a crazed frenzy.

It was dark, as though the world was void of a soul. Kiyomi slammed one foot down in front of the other, the tears flooding down her face as she ran, crying out for her mother as she tumbled down the path. The woman caught up to her in less than a split second, crawling around her and blocking the path with her sturdy, lithe body. The child bumped into the woman, letting out a shriek as she fell back onto her little bottom, scraping the skin on her hands and smearing a few droplets of blood against the concrete below.

"Oneesan!" the girl shrieked, sobbing profusely as she tried to escape the demon before her. She turned on her hands and knees and struggled to get away, but the woman swiped a clawed hand at the child, digging her fingers into the soft flesh of her small back. The girl let out another shriek, crying even more as the pain ripped through her body, her young blood spilling onto the floor.

The woman, deaf to the ear-splitting cries of the desperate little girl, snarled and lifted up the child with her fingers still embedded into her back like fangs. The girl writhed and struggled, kicking her stubby little legs as she tried to escape the ghoul's grasp, her little bow tumbling down onto the cobble as a result. She brought the victim's face up to her own, the maniacal smile still spread wide across from ear to merciless ear.

"Oneesan! Oneesan!" The girl wept, shaking violently as her little body became wrecked in lurching sobs.

The ghoul grasped the child's neck in one hand firmly, choking her as her round, innocent brown eyes stared fearfully into her own glowing red ones. She was slammed against a nearby light post, her pelvis snapping as she cried harder and harder, unable to get away from the clutches of this beast, crying out for her mother and father. The woman readjusted her grip on the child's neck, her claws inside the girl snapping every single one of her ribs with slight, quick jabs of her fingers. She pulled upward on her throat, twisting her neck from side to side as she tugged downward on the child's torso. The sound of tearing skin and splintering bones reverberated off into the night as the girl let out another throat-ripping screech.

With that final scream, the ghoul tore the child's head away from her body, her entire spine yanked out along with it, and a series of crunches resonating from the rupturing carnage and the revolting, wet sound of constricting flesh cursing the silent night with the hums and thuds of death and euphoria. A mass of claret of blood spilled onto the concrete pavement, dying the stones a deep burgundy and the warm, sticky scent drifting off to quickly dissipate in the cool breeze.

The ghoul, unable to resist the temptation any longer, bit down on the girl's tender, blood-soaked flesh and gnawed on the meat and bones, devouring the carcass greedily. She had forgotten what young flesh had tasted like, and it was a rare delicacy to be savored; the meat was soft like butter and her skin had an indescribable elusive texture that could not even begin to compare to the more tougher, stringy adult's. She had the right amount of fat and the taste of her was as sweet as she smelled; it was a treat indeed, and her slimy tongue writhed upon the flesh to cherish the taste.

The ghoul ate around the little girl's plum-sized heart, having scarfed down the carnage so quickly the organ stilled pumped headily upon the cold ground. A long tongue swiped over her bloody lips, snatching up the heart and walking over to the seemingly forgotten head; the tear from the neck was tattered and fringed, the long, thin spine of the child swerving to the side, encrusted in dark blood. Each little vertebra was still perfectly attached, the filaments in between each grotesque unit smooth and unbearably taunting.

The ghoul swallowed back the temptation to begin gnawing on the young bones, sucking out the marrow and crunching down on the cartilage, before she bent over the decapitated child's head to gouge out both of her eyes with two long, hooked fingers. She yanked on the veiny strings, snapping the eyes away from the empty skull, the sockets oozing with dark blood as she rose back onto her light feet. She held the girl's eyes in between her bloody fingers, holding them up to her face and admiring the color of the irises.

"Like dark honey," she noted to herself, chuckling as she parted her wet mouth. Her own eyes, red irises swimming in black pools of mirth, were misted over with a thick fog of insanity that practically begged itself to be unraveled. "You've been quite the treat, my dear. Your mother is waiting for me in an alley, so I must get going now before her blood runs any colder."

Her crimson eyes glinted evilly in the streetlights, her lips curling up into yet another sinister smile. She rolled the eyeballs in between her fingers, stroking the girl's now silent heart with a finger in her other hand. She stared down at the only remains of the child, blood dousing the scene as if some poor soul had spontaneously exploded there on the spot. She made her way towards the direction she had come from, the blackness once again swallowing up her presence. The night was placid and hauntingly quiet, with the ghoul walking back towards the bridge and the little strip of buildings, where the girl's mother lay slumped against a brick wall, her eyes glazed over in a milky film of death and her neck snapped at the most awkward, horrific angle.

In the darkness that enshrouded her vexatious being, the ghoul tossed the heart in her hand and held up the eyeballs by the attached strings, holding them in front of her face once more as if they were two silver bells on pieces of thin red thread.

"I'll save these things as a little snack for me later..."

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