Warning! Mature content in this chapter. Read at your own risk!
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It was morning. Damian took a sigh, seeing the dark circles around Sylvia’s swollen eyes as she stood on the podium, giving a speech to the people. She had cried all night, cradling Gerald’s body and talking to him all night. She didn’t get any rest after the chaos yesterday and he wondered how best to console her.
“You all know how I have been investigating the Iron claws. It saddens me to say that the iron claws is truly dead and the people who has been tormenting us is none other than our very own kind” Sylvia’s words elicited whispers from the others and she paused, to allow them to ask their questions.
“Is it truly a copy cat?”
“I also heard the iron claws is dead”
“But the marks on those bodies proves it was don
