staring at the walls, no signs of life at all, an empty bottle lays, on the ground, at his feet, staring at the floor, with blood forevermore, trickling, dripping, splashing, congealed in pools beneath the seat, the entry wound is tiny, mere pinprick, just a scratch, but when his heart exploded, you could hear the liquid splash, grey matter, slowly leaking, from the crack inside his skull, Anubis claims another, one more contract is anulled,Birth sign: Leo
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