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â© our muses are caught in a thunder storm together
     Escaping an attack intended to end his life isnât something he simply âsurvive from itâs either he eliminates the enemy or itâs made sure to a certain extent heâs sure those hands wouldnât touch any other today though isnât the case. He had been running from the hunter for a long while now through alleys and up roofs. These savages had their rules which painfully disadvantage them on the capture which is to hunt without no eyes observing and that gave him the last card.Â
  He stood under the small roof barely taller than his head which another woman was present. She was dressed up so nicely itâs a shame none of it had to get soaking wet,her hair was dripping and not counting her bag which he assumes probably cost her more than anything. She seemed cold with her both arms wrapped around herself and also the series of teeth clattering. He couldnât ignore her and so assistance was in the option. The male took off his coat which didnât make quite of a difference in temperature having an animalistic temperature himself.  âAre you alrightâ that shifted her gaze towards him,no words were spoken just simply her eyes reflecting the water drops. He couldnât help but admire the clear pigment then right before anything was detected he offers her his coat âPut it on..itâs cold and youâre wetâ
