Haunter
“Let me see.”
He held my forearm gently and pinched the fabric, carefully tugging it apart from the dressing. His frown turned questioning when he looked up to meet my eyes.
“The demon did this to you?” he asked.
I shook my head, afraid of giving him any excuse not to help me release Kujo, now that we were just one step away from setting him free.
“Fran?” he insisted, the Haunter Supreme demanding an answer.
“The other night in the basement, when you came at me, Kujo lost it and—”
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