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THE REAL DEMON︶꒦꒷۵꒷꒦︶

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THE REAL DEMON
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OPENING THE DOOR a man seems like in his late twenties sitting on a chair with a chip cup of tea with his boots on the table, holding a chip tea cup.

"Uhm excuse me but are you WIlliam Minveria?" The orange haired questions him as she watches him finish his cookie

"Nope" He says popping the P as he takes cookies from the cookie tray that was sitting on the table and starts chewing them like there no tomorrow.
Disappointed show onto the kids faces.

'Does this man even have manners' All the kids thought to themselves

One of the kids spoke up Emma following behind him "Can you please call him then? We came all the way here just for him" He said as he watches the man take more cookies and chew it up

"He not here chump" He replies chewing quite loudly, the kids slightly cringe at this.

"What a shame" Emma murmured

Alicia the blonde haired girl yells out "So Minerva was a really dirty liar!?" As she squeezes one of the kids face

"Why don't we calm down?" Ray suggestion giving them the side eye, they shut their mouths. Sighing he turns to the man "Since you said that Minvera isn't here, does that mean that you know him?" He questions the man as he sees him balancing on the brown chair and goes grab another cookie

"No idea, man" the black, white striped haired man said

"Well then who exactly are you? What are you still doing here?" Ray questions him and sees him struggle to find something inside his jacket pocket.

"Who am I?" He lets out a chuckle "I'm your senior" He says as he brings the object out to light, the kids eyes widen in shock

"It's the same pen!" Alicia pointed out "Senior?" Mark raise a brow "Yup" He answers him, as he goes on top of the table "Well, not from Grace field" He adds in, lifting up his shirt they see a ID code on his abdomen "I come from a plantation called Glory Bell. I escaped it thirteen years ago with my colleagues of course, thanks to this pen" He says waving it around

"You're the same as us!"

"He's like us!"

The little kids begin to chatter away but once calmed down as they see the man move

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