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Cosmo! We need to talk! It’s urgent!
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But… I’m gonna need you to remove your mask. Just for a moment, OK? I promise I won’t hurt you.
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*shuffles*
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Fine… it’s off. What now? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I…?
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No, no, it’s just… I wanted to go over your appearance a little better.
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…But that’s when I noticed something… off.
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Her eyes were narrowed, and I distinctly remembered cold sweat running down her deathly pale cheeks, her face bore a look of tragedy and terror to a degree I had not once felt. And she was gripping her upper arms, her hands digging into her skin and her nails weakly clawing at the seams of her clothes…
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…as if protecting herself from something… or someone. But I didn’t know what. But something was wrong. I knew that at the very least. She wasn’t safe.
