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Every living thing needs love and belonging, but when the dead wants to get these things, then the situation becomes more serious, although love is the right of everyone, it is not a crime. But... what if those who are not alive...want love? Have you ever thought? Let us see how an innocent girl would fight with these horrifying experiences.

Spiracle of her devil's heart

"I don't know. Only Darius can answer this."

Vrinda Simard sighed and looked at the moon. He stepped near the bank of the river and stared at the dark sky. Nimelo and Jack looked at his back for a while.

"Does he know everything?" Nimelo asked.

"Not much. But… Darius trusts him." Jack sighed.

"I can see truthfulness in his eyes."

"Thank you. You didn't let me down." Jack nodded and smiled sadly.

"I was always with Darius. I am a shelter for many birds and those all want Darius to come back. We all are with him in this wrangle."

Jack turned his head and looked at Vrinda Simard with a wave of positivity.

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