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Crickets chirping, moon glowing brighty in the dark midnight sky. Luna watches the moon as she giggles softly, walking down the middle of the empty road, 4 bodies drained of their blood in a alley a few feet behind her. She licks the remains blood away from her lips with a smile grin without a care in the world. She pauses and halfway turns to look behind her, spotting a hooded cloaked figure standing 10 feet behind her. She says “Lost soul?” with a evil grin. Every one of you demons will die.