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The frenzy has set in. I’m compelled to feed. The life of my last kill courses wildly through me. The blood of these mice, an intoxicating energy. I’ve studied my prey thoroughly; I know the form I’ll take. When I come to hang outside your window, your wretched soul to wake. As the witness looks on, I raise my talons to tap at your pane. Thrice, a scrape, and thrice again. My tongue dances behind my lips, Running over razors in anticipation. I know your darkest desires, know just what to say To unlock your
