Siron froze, his blood seemingly stopping in his veins. The face beneath the hood was Kit's face, but not the Kit he knew. The pitch-black eyes were empty, like two pure dark holes. Blood trailed from the corner of his lips, which were curved into an unnatural smile. But the most terrifying thing was the way he stood: rigid, with his head tilted unnaturally, like a puppet whose strings were being pulled."K-Kit?" Siron's voice cracked, full of disbelief."Siron," the figure replied, its voice still Kit's, but flat, devoid of emotion. "You came. Good."Siron backed away a step, his body hitting a table near the door. On the floor, Mr. Rudi groaned weakly, drawing his attention for a moment."What... what's wrong with you?" Siron asked, trying to find signs of consciousness in those empty eyes."I was asked to bring you," Kit said, stepping into the room. His movement was smooth, too smooth, like floating. "He needs you for the final ritual.""Who? Morat?"
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