For Nebo, today was a difficult night. Someone had been knocking on his door for a long time, and Nebo, even without hearing the stranger's words, understood that he wanted to be let in. Nebo didn't dare, but in the morning it seemed to him that it had all been just an annoying dream.
A large queue of people formed outside this man's house, but Alexeagle was confident that he would get inside. He wasn't even ashamed to push Larisa out of line to take her place, although she claimed that someone had hit her on the head.
The killer's hands were adorned with thin gloves made from another person's blood. Fire consumed Rimpel's body, and now he lay lifeless at her feet. Ursula wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, when suddenly a huge raven landed on a neighboring building and began to caw loudly. After a few minutes, the whole city gathered at this spot. Everyone except Morning. Painful, bleeding wounds on his ankles and wrists prevented him from getting out of bed.
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Sezam
Drakkoska
Heroist
Olam Hevel
Arandor
VesperLindt
Ursula
Alexeagle
Morning
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Mortulus
Gur
Larisa
Ment
There
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