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Synopsis:

My name is Dove Hendry.

๐˜”๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ˆ๐˜น๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ.

I was captured by darkness.

๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด…

They groomed me for Midnight Mayhem. Like a trained possession, weak against their control.

๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ’๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต…

But Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture.

๐˜ˆ ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง.

The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and they’re not happy about me being hustled into their acts.

๐˜–๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ? ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ, ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜‰๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ…

Mind-tricks.

Stunts.

Deceit.

๐˜—๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.

But there’s something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen it’s face. I never had to. I’d hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my the monster that tormented me.

๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ…

When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded.

His whispers were silenced.

His shadow dissolving without a trace.

I wondered why that was.

๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ’๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ…

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