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Bright red blood flowed along the spiral staircase, a hand slipped helplessly, and life slowly disappeared.
The man in a gorgeous black tuxedo shook the goblet in his hand and drank the liquid in one gulp.
In the dark night, who went to hell?
In the cemetery, crows screamed, dead trees grew everywhere, and a figure walked by indifferently.
Passing by, the waltz of beautiful dolls and the giggles of puppets.
Walk towards the old vine castle sunk in the night.
——I regret so much... Why did I pass through that alley in the first place.
However, after all, he belongs to a race that cannot walk in the sun. ——
Now, who could fall in love with me?
If so, push me into the sun.
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