Beneath the glow of the full moon, a figure tiptoed through the overgrown garden, a sense of anticipation in the air. Shrouded in bushes, trees, and the night's mist, nothing seemed to give away his identity, except for his dark, glinting, scarlet eyes. With every step he took, the night's silence grew louder- until all that could be heard, as if he was right next to you, was his breath.
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