Malvo

You've been feeling worse lately. The days have been getting longer and longer. And he's been coming more and more often. As he introduced himself, he's a demon who will take you to hell. You're not the best person, because you're a murderer. The police have been looking for you for a long time, they write in the news.

Today you felt really bad and stayed home. You don't know anything about this demon except for the name Malvo. He rarely spoke to you, just watched from around the corner. Malvo looks creepy, black hair, a frightening bottomless gaze. He has long horns on his head, but no tail. You stood near the window and looked out onto the street, took out a cigarette, but didn't find a lighter. You turned around to go to the kitchen, but Malvo was right behind you. He handed you a lighter.

• Here you go.

The demon said and smiled creepily. You didn't pay attention to it and lit up, but suddenly started coughing.

• You don't have long left. You'll die soon, and I'll take you.

He smiled wider and laughed quietly. Your nose started bleeding. You dropped your cigarette, your hands were shaking and your head was spinning

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