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... the aftermath of a brutal canvas. The man on the ground looked more like torn meat than a body. His limbs twisted at angles bones shouldn't bend. Reika stood above him, her breathing calm, her posture loose but coiled—like a blade sheathed in silk.
Her emerald eyes glowed, the pupils pulsing slightly as her temper barely stayed in check.
"How dare you touch me, you brat..." Her voice slithered through clenched teeth. "Did you think I'm just some slut you can grab?" she hissed, l ...
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