Time to Face the Music

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“And what if I told you that the kid won’t be the only one helping Phantom today?” My eyes widen as a deep, familiar voice speaks from the sliding doors behind me. The group of ghouls' hiss and hunch backward as I turn and spot the speaker. A male with long black hair and muscular build is standing in the doorway. One hand tucked into a pocket of black dress pants and a red button-down shirt that is only button up halfway. Black bangs hang down in front of piercing red eyes and a sharp, twisted smirk rests on the pale form’s chiseled face. My throat dries as the newcomer stalks out of the door, unease creeping through my gut at the energy radiating from him. Phantom’s shoulders stiffen as the much taller entity stops next to him but he continues to smirk as he runs a hand through his w

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