[Cont.]
[Name : Hello Mr.Grimm]
[Time : March 4th 12:44AM]
[The air is field with the scent of sulfur , the fog grows thick and in the distance you hear something ... snickering then two red eys appears first before the rest presents itself ...
Grimm standing there gazing toward THEM
he stands only so tall , with eyes that burn as if they were made up of hot coals and a soul filled with Napalm As well as An omnious grin which remains constant almost as if he enjoys this agony smoldering in his heart and burning through his flesh . Nothing means anything to him ...but one thing that is certain is that life is nothing but a game and people are the pieces . HE is not one of us nor shall he ever be . he is the fear in our hearts and the grimm fate we all share]
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