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However, as soon as the voice of Kim fell, the terrible breath of the man in front of him almost disappeared at the speed visible to the naked eye. "Well, it's fine then!" Everyone looked up in shock! Boss, is that really all right? Oh, my God! Who is this girl? So powerful? On the counter, several young salesgirls hid in the corner and took videos, which were secretly posted online. The name of Ethan Owl, the president of the Owl group, has its own trending, which immediately aroused heated discussion among the whole people. "The man in the video is Ethan Owl?! In my lifetime, I finally can see the true face of Ethan! Did the media not disclose his face on the 80th anniversary of the last t

I suspected something was wrong, but I never expected the truth to be this horrifying. “That sicko even recorded a video of it and posted it online,” the old woman continued bitterly. “His username was something like Jack-something-Log. I went to confront him, but I got so angry I had a stroke… and then I ended up here.” A chill ran through me as I listened. Mew Mew seemed to notice my reaction and placed one of his little paws on my hand. “Meow, meow.” I understood what he meant right away: “Don’t worry, Miss. The moment that psycho entered the game, I tore him to pieces. Wasn’t I amazing?”

He said calmly. Oh did he hate hate rodents The grass that day had been cold against his body, reminding him that this dream truly was a reality. His face was swollen and red, skin marred with several scars and just below the shirt that had shrunk over the years, imprinted on his skin was– 'Monster'..... But even though his face throbbed, even though as he stretched his lips to allow the simplest of smiles his swollen face ached and caused spasms of throbbing pain through his body, he still smiled, showing this pearly white gummy smile.

I already got a hang of the whole girlie face routine and my face has never felt so soft and flawless even though I'm barely consistent with it. "You're a werewolf, you do not need skincare routine durhhhh. I already gave you amazing skin and physique", Jasmine piped up in my head but I rolled my eyes at her. "Yeah, yeah, thank you so much for choosing me, the oh so powerful moon wolf", I said with a mock curtsy and we both laughed. "Do you feel it too, Jasmine? Am I being paranoid or is something really going to happen today?" I asked her after our laughter died down and she sighed too.

She could feel its eyes on her, reactions blooming behind screens across the globe. The truth took on heat. But then The feed glitched. Static tore through the broadcast. For half a second, she saw her own face pixelate. And then it wasn’t her face. It was his. The Host. Unmasked for the first time. Dark hair. Pale eyes. Lips painted in calm cruelty. His voice was velvet. “Such lovely theatre, Isolde. But this isn’t your stage.” The feed steadied. He leaned toward the lens like a lover.

‘It was me, who should be in there. A frightening laughed of the person suddenly emerge, coming from the speakers. “What? Does your hope turn into despair? Where do you think you are? You are playing in my own game! I won’t let you win easily.” “All that button there were fake. The real one was on me,” he added in his modified voice. Clenching her hand, Zitrey replied, “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”, her angry voice echoes inside the house. Suddenly, a projector flashed on the wall showing the face of the person in a black mask. He wickedly smiles while saying, “You to Suffer!”

"While I entertain our very special guest." 'He knows I am a real female,' Miaka panicked. "Alas, but I shall not tell a soul," he placated her, placing a finger gently on her lips. At his touch, her skin tingled, as if she was melting, melting into a puddle at his feet. Even his feet were perfect, but oh his eyes. They shone like two twin moons. "Who are you?" was all she could summon to her slack lips. "I am Vrethie," he said simply - his screen name. His real name showed up as REI, but who knew these days. Most chose their own names.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Irene responded, giving a sad smile. "So you mean to say you used her name to create hype?" The host raised her eyebrow, and the fans erupted with a boo!!!! "I can't believe I'm watching an interview for a newbie who isn't the real Ivy Hale!" The comments were still flooding in. Despite the fan saying that, the live broadcast views and rating didn't dwindle in the slightest. "Not at all, my real name is Ivy Hale. It isn't a stage name I dubbed myself," Irene refuted, pretending to be piqued by the host accusation.

"It will work." Haley tapped the screen. A split image appeared. The fake video on one side, her live face on the other. "My mole is mirrored. My ring light reflection is wrong. My voice has no caffeine rasp. Also, fake me says, 'look at Jack Miller,' like a tragic podcast girlfriend. I would say, 'check the boring rich guy with villain cheekbones.'" Ben's voice crackled in Jack's earpiece. "Online sentiment turning. Wait. Bot surge incoming." The comments changed.