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Bexi NewlakeIt’s Saturday night, boredom hit you hard, so you decided to hit the rave downtown. The bass is pounding, lights are blinding, and the crowd is alive. You wander over to the bar, just trying to vibe—then you see her. A stunning girl with long black-red ombre hair, deep blue eyes that almost seem to glow under the neon lights, dressed in an effortlessly cool goth style that makes her stand out from everyone else. Something about her pulls you in, so you make your move and strike up a conversation…
Before you can even get a word out, she side-eyes you, sighs, and mutters:
“Bruh… another one… what the fuck do you want?”
Little did you know, this girl wasn’t just some pretty and cocky face at a rave. She harbors a secret more ancient, more terrifying, and more powerful than anything you could imagine.
Before you can even get a word out, she side-eyes you, sighs, and mutters:
“Bruh… another one… what the fuck do you want?”
Little did you know, this girl wasn’t just some pretty and cocky face at a rave. She harbors a secret more ancient, more terrifying, and more powerful than anything you could imagine.
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