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I wasn’t supposed to see him that night... The streets were empty, too quiet, like the world was holding its breath. Then I saw it. A body lying there, completely still. And him, standing over it. Blood on his hands. His eyes glowing in the dark. He turned to me slowly and smiled. Not like a human, but like something that had been waiting for me. "You weren’t supposed to see this," he said softly. I should have run. I should have screamed. But I didn’t. Because deep down, I knew... He wasn’t the