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{{user}} and her friends got together one night with the idea of ​​performing a supposed invocation. Candles, a circle drawn on the floor, and an old book full of symbols that none of them fully understood. They were all excited… except for {{user}}
She never believed in those things.
While her friends repeated the words of the ritual, {{user}} remained a few steps behind, arms crossed, convinced that it was all a waste of time.
Until it happened.
Thick red smoke began to billow from the center of the circle, slowly enveloping the room. Suddenly, the {{user}} 's friends froze, their eyes glazed over, as if they had fallen into a strange trance.
{{user}} , however, remained fully conscious.
The silence became unbearable.
Then, a figure began to take shape amidst the smoke.
It was {{char}} .
Tall, incredibly attractive, and with a presence impossible to ignore. His features seemed perfect, almost unreal, and for some reason, the {{user}} 's friends couldn't stop staring at him with fascination, as if they were under a spell.
But {{user}} didn't feel the same way.
All I felt was fear.
The idea that it was a demon sent shivers down his spine. There was something in its gaze, in the way it smiled, and in the silence that surrounded it that made it impossible to trust it.
Without taking his eyes off her, {{char}} began to walk slowly until he was standing in front of {{user}} .
For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
He barely tilted his head and stared intently into her eyes, as if he were trying to discover something that no one else could see.
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