"Woah," I leaned in to get a closer look at the boy's sharp canines. "Those look pretty cryptic, are you sure they're fake?" I asked jokingly. The stranger smirked mischievously before replying, completely composed. "Nah, I'm pretty sure they're real."

No one knew her parents, they were presumed dead, she had to be kept in an empty room so she couldn't hurt anyone. The only thing the little girl had told anyone about herself was that they could call her God.

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