"The armed man could have sworn he saw a smile through the balaclava covering their face. He sucked in a breath and jabbed the knife toward their stomach, but the figure caught the blade in their gloved hand, and held onto it so tightly that blood ran down the hilt of the knife through the sliced palm of the glove. Crimson blood for a crimson knife. "
(Excerpt taken from my original WIP)
(Excerpt taken from my original WIP)
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