She walks with the sun in the field. Uncomfortably, she starts using her blood-covered coat. Suddenly, she smiles with an evil grin on her face as if she was assassinating someone. Dark as it gets, she mutters evilly. She holds a shining blade in her hand as if she was stepping out from a bloody war. With an evil glare, she walks away.
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