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𝘵𝘸 — implied 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦/𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘴/a, stalking, 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵

Suguru Geto followed a strict schedule.

He would wake up in the foggy residuals of a rainy day, orange lighting of the bedroom highlighting his eyebags and scars. The familiar sting would ache for a bit, but he would quickly realize why he’d woken up in the first place, and all previous pain would leave instantaneously. 

Tugging on his yukata, the man found himself in quite the good mood. He made some toast for himself, swiftly put his shoes on, and even had half the mind to make sure his hair looked good. An exhale, and Suguru had already left the house. 

It wasn’t a long walk, but he enjoyed the scenery as he went along. Raven locks spilling down his back, he hummed a rather lively tune and made his way down the street. 

Petrichor hung in the air. The ground was wet, grass dewey as the blades danced in tandem with windy weather. He ran a hand through his hair, tongue swiping over his lips as he looked up into the sky. Despite it being morn, the moon was still out. He wondered if planets collapsed easy like humans did. If Saturn was to reduce to dust because of itself, is she not the perfect depiction of human nature? Fleeting, it was. Nothing but.

He went from humming the tune to whistling, mood only getting better and better especially now that his destination was in sight. Today was the day. He was going to make his ultimate move, an action he’d been itching to complete for months now. What a great day indeed.

Suguru’s dark clothing easily shielded him as he came up on the house, cozy as ever. He maneuvered to the backyard, finding that same spot he had the perfect view from. 

He leant back on his palms, tilting his gaze up and fully taking in the sight through the window. 

The show began.

There she was. His pupils dilated, practically forming hearts. She seemed to be making breakfast for herself, singing along to some old love song. He wondered what that voice sounded like, since everytime he tried to catch a tune— Glass stood between them. He could’ve shattered it, but that would stop the sight altogether, wouldn’t it?

His [name] was something he’d cherish for eons to come. Suguru couldn’t focus on anything else but her, the one thing that granted him some kind of mental clarity. He’d spent his whole life not getting a single thing he wanted, not knowing what or who he was— But with her? She was the only thing he wanted. 

Which led to today. 8 months, 13 days, and 15 minutes — He’d stalked her for that long, becoming ‘friends’, so it was only fair that today he actually made a move, right? Patience is a virtue not even the gods showcased, which meant he didn’t either.

God, everytime he came around he’d catch a different part of [name]’s life — Her barely clothed body, her lazy days just laying on the couch, eating a meal, or even the barely occurring sleep.

The ravenette exhaled a shaky breath, really taking in every detail about his little beloved. From the way her baggy pajama pants and oversized shirt looked on her, to the way her lips formed all the words she sang — The way her smile shone brighter than any light present, to the way her hands trembled lightly around the spatula — He was in love. 

[name] was pathetically adorable in a way he just had to protect and keep for himself. Suguru wanted her to erase all sin from his hand. He knew she could clean him completely, restore his purity— If only she would just look at him. Almost frustratedly, Geto sighed.

He didn’t have to wait anymore. Working behind the scenes and making sure that slowly, slowly, she had no one else to rely on but him — The sweet neighbor a few houses down. They were well acquainted to the point she was comfortable with him. A few nods and hums here and there to whatever he was talking about on his usual morning stroll, words exchanged over coffee she’d offered, a simple serenade in the form of their idle ‘friendship’.

Geto felt like [name] barely even glanced his way. He felt his fingers itch to pull at his hair, but decided against it. As stated before, today was the day he finally did something. Nothing was going to stop that. Not like anyone could anyway. He’d carefully cut off all her loved ones from her life, either ending their lives completely or just giving them that little— Push.

It had been a rather awful day for [name] in general. She’d just had an awful fight with someone who wouldn’t even tell her what was wrong, her trust issues were the highest they’d been in a while, and she couldn’t find her goddamn reading glasses. Fuck. 

A hissed sigh fell from her lips, eyes shutting gently as her head fell back against the bed’s headboard. It was raining outside, today was going to be cozy and she was even going to finally take care of herself— But the argument just rubbed her off the wrong way. Now her mood was sour, her head hurt, and nobody—

The doorbell rang.

[name] wasn’t expecting anyone. She stood from her bed, trepidations both muted and rising. Making her way to the front door, opening — It was safe to say she really didn’t expect who was on the other side. 

“Suguru? What are you doing here?”

“Ah–” He ran a hand through his slightly dampened locks, smiling gently. “I was taking a walk and decided to surprise you!....Were you surprised?”

The girl couldn’t help but smile too, just relieved to have some company on such a downpoured day. “Yeah—” She laughed breathily, “Yeah, I was. Come on inside.”

Suguru’s smile didn’t falter as they took a seat on the couch, and the comfortable silence that ensued felt like complete, utter heaven. [name] finally took a deep breath, and the man finally decided to speak up.

“How have you been? I’m not trying to be rude, but you seem a little more… tired, if that’s the word, today.” He placed a hand on her back, rubbing little circles in an effort to let her be at peace. 

“Oh— I’m just… Nah, I just had a pretty bad argument with my brother, if you can even call it that.” Despite her reserved choice of words, something in her eyes shone, and whether it was tears or some other unspoken agony, her trembling bottom lip gave it away. 

He hummed in response, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Don’t feel obligated to hold back. I’m here to listen, sweetheart.” 

[name] turned her face to look at him, really look at him — And when she found not even a hint of deceit in his eyes, nor malice, the walls came tumbling down. She leant forward in her spot, putting her face in her hand and rubbing at her eyes to ease the fatigue at least a little.

“I—” Her voice cracked so she gulped heavily, “...My brother’s deciding to cut all contact with me, called me a slut and everything over text, and just hung up. Now he won’t answer my calls or texts and I don’t know why—” Her voice cracked again, echoing out into the walls. “I just don’t get it.”

The ravenette man ran his free hand through his hair, humming again. [name] found the suffocating feeling almost as a comfort, from the circles rubbed onto her back to the warmth Suguru was producing, even the tragic connotation of the day — Something had clicked back into place. What is born of the light cannot stray too far from it.

“I think it’s for the best.”

Her head shot up, eyebrows furrowed. That wasn’t what she was expecting at all.

“Ah, just let me explain,” Suguru didn’t seem the least bit bothered by her surprise, “If your brother left you high and dry for absolutely no reason, shouldn’t you do the same? Calling you a slut when you definitely aren’t, calling you an asshole for leaving him, cutting contact with you? If those aren’t extremes, I don’t know what is. And, he’s not even telling you why he did all of that. Why is it your responsibility to fix something you didn’t break, [name]?”

The girl didn’t know how to answer that. The petty respite of her own morals felt miniscule compared to the argument Suguru put forth. She watched the way his eyes flicked from her own, to her nose, and back up again. She watched the way his pupils dilated a bit, vaguely remembering what that meant, but holding no care for it.

She just wanted to absolutely melt in someone’s arms — So, she did. Without a single word exchanged, [name] wrapped her arms around the man and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

She missed both the blush on his face, and the bloodied phone in his pocket, belonging to her brother.

Suguru stood from his place on the grass, brushing any extra blades off his clothes before stretching his arms out. It was time. Years upon years of neglect and complete disregard of his own wellbeing had built up, he was not going to let this go now—

The man blew out a puff of air, smile creeping onto his face with the nonchalance of someone who had done this millions of times. If he was the same in every universe, a question he often pondered, did that hold any meaning to his devotion to this woman?

He approached the glass sliding doors in front of him, which were technically the backdoors of the house. He knocked rather politely to keep to his memorized script. It was time to see if [name] would play her part well too.

The girl perked up at the noise, tilting her head adorably as she paused the music and came up to open the door. “Oh! Suguru?” Her nose scrunched up confusedly, but that clueless smile did nothing to quell the immediate fluster seeping into his heart. Plus— Finally, finally, he could hear those little hums of hers. The little undertones, the way she weaved her notes only served to entice him further.

“Haha, I was just passing through and wanted to let you know that there’s a crime watch going around… I’d recommend higher security.” He offered the advice as kindly as can be, smiling still.

She gasped lightly, holding a light hand to her mouth as her eyebrows furrrowed in concern. “Oh no, I had no clue… I’ll definitely do that, thanks for the notice!” [name] chuckled bashfully, rubbing her nape before making eye contact again. “Actually— I made breakfast, would you want to come inside and eat?”

Ah, just as he had planned. 

“I wouldn’t want to impose, but if you’re offering, sure!” Another smile, another lighthearted chuckle, and Suguru made his way inside, shutting the door behind him.

[name] didn’t hear it lock with a soft snick. 

As the pair helped themselves to the spread of pancakes, coffee, and some lovely cookies, they made pleasant small talk. The string had begun to tighten, and Suguru felt his hunger only grow to an insatiable amount. God, he knew everything about her, absolutely everything— Why couldn’t she see how much he could give her—?

Things seemed to slow down a bit, finishing up breakfast and their conversation. Suguru knew this would be where he was supposed to say something about his leave, and, well, leave, but that wouldn’t be any fun. Instead, he resorted to just laying his eyes on the wonder in front of him, taking in the peace for a few more moments.

He knew what he was about to do was anything but keeping peace.

Suguru was adjacent to [name] at this point, so he leant over, casual as he placed his arm behind her head and nuzzling up close. She wouldn’t say anything about it, he knew that. He rubbed familiar circles on her shoulder, eyes dismissive as they ran down her frame. 

[name] was the one to break the silence, seemingly made a little uncomfortable by it. “I, uh— Did you have any plans for today, Suguru?” She faked a stretch, really just trying to use the opportunity to scoot a little away from him, but his arm kept her firmly in place.

He answered nonchalantly, watching carefully as she tried again to lean forward and take a cookie into her mouth, not-so-subtly moving away too. His lips curled into a smirk, “No, not really. I honestly just wanted to make sure my slut wasn’t back in contact with anyone I didn’t want her to.”

The girl promptly choked on her food, coughing and standing up, eyes blown wide with terror. A hand shot out to her wrist, but her teary whimper still echoed. “What—?!” Not what she wanted to hear, not what she thought she would hear— But preconceptions often fail us anyways. Pure, carnal fear rushed through her veins, legs stumbling to get away—

Suguru pulled [name] into his lap with ease, keeping her down no matter how she struggled. Nose buried into her neck along with his teeth, he chuckled lowly.

“Shh, don’t cry sweetheart, please— I just wanna help you see what you’re not realizing.” An uncomfortably gentle kiss placed under her jaw, hips grinding up into hers, “This was bound to happen. We were meant to be.”

The planets do fall as easily as humans. Jupiter crumbled into specks of dust, and amends couldn’t be made. Universal symphonies are mistaken for cacophanies, so what stops a kiss from morphing into a bite?

𝘱𝘭𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘮𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘥𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹 !!! 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘬𝘬 𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 ☆

𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 — 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 & 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘵𝘸 — 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯 (𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩), 𝘴/𝘢, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘥𝘬, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭

A fresh new start always felt like bull.

It was like fate itself holding her life on puppet strings. Moving her like a numb pawn in a chess game. Everything felt calculated for everything except her. She just had to wait for things to go her way every once in a while, before it fell apart again.

Right now, it was going fairly mundanely. Nothing interesting or even mildly negative had happened in a while, though nothing had either. She had already been living alone for quite some time. Moved out of her parents’ house as soon as possible and invested in a house of her own for the sole reason of hating apartments. Too rickety, and she would feel safer in a smaller, single house than with broken windows or whatever else.

[name] ran a ringed hand through her hair, huffing out a breath as she hauled her cross-body bag over her shoulder. The job down at the local cafe awaited straight ahead, and despite her fears, she wasn’t a child anymore, she could do this. 

Morning pink and white skies, highlighted with gold clouds had her taking in the fresh air. In fact, it wasn’t until she picked her walking pace up again, stepping toward the cafe doors, that the slightest bit of dread began to pool in her stomach.

A sigh, and [name] reached for the handle as she made her way inside. Her eyes wandered, trailing along the gold embellishments among the otherwise green, brown, and orange-ish tints around her. She lumbered on her way to the back of the building, swiftly tugging her uniform on and starting to take orders from her position as cashier.

Customers piling in couldn’t deny the coziness, some of them staying for quite some time. [name] herself enjoyed every second spent on the job and could never imagine quitting. Or— At least… Those were her premonitions for now. It was a steady source of income while living alone, the atmosphere was nice, the people were nice, it wasn’t—

The doors opened just as the clock chimed at 3 o’clock. 

Not even a divine mercy could save such a tragedy. In waltzed two figures, tall in stature and a bit intimidating with their builds. [name] gulped for a second, feeling the cozy air around her start to dissipate. Despite recognizing them as regulars, the girl was unsettled. They always came in and just… observed her every move. She averted her gaze for the sake of her own well-being, lips pursing and unpursing. The feeling of her lip gloss brought back some sense, and she snapped out of her stupor.

In the short time she’d looked at them, she noticed they looked pretty identical to the last time. Cold white hair, blue eyes that held the world in their irises, black uniform — He was the one whose gaze raked along her entire figure, always whispering obscene things to his friend. Of course, said friend had raven hair, long locks that swayed with each step. They were tied up into a bun, and his matching eyes always remained locked on her face, barely wavering. His irises held nothing but sorrow, the weight of the universe—

‘Don’t judge people by their looks,’ She reminded herself. It’s rude to do so, even in this case… Her eyes flicked back to the pair, and she physically had to hold herself back from flinching. Both of their gazes were locked right onto her, one sporting a small smirk, and the other smiling softly. 

The man smirking ran a hand through his snowy white hair, whistling lowly and leaning over to whisper something in his presumed friend’s ear. The smiling man whispered something as well, raven locks swaying in the small breeze. She wouldn’t have cared about any of this had their stares not been piercing into her. Something felt off, something really felt off— What was once just invasive had turned predatory. At least before, it didn’t feel like this.

The first time the pair had come into the cafe, they took a seat and seemed to talk casually for a bit. They weren’t ordering anything, but just to be sure, [name] had made her way over and asked them if they wanted to try anything off the menu. She tried and failed to conceal her wince when their eyes snapped up to meet hers. 

That was the first time she’d experienced true intimidation. Satan regarded the two of them with a shiver, and she felt her hand tremble at her side. As if they had gotten what they wanted, the pair smiled, but the notion didn’t reach their eyes. 

Neither one of them spoke a word for a moment, until—

“Just coffee, thanks.” The ravenette had a gentle voice, countering his intimidating stature. She nodded, a strained ‘Of course!’ falling from her lips before she walked back to her place at the counter. Still, she felt their burning stares pierce through her back. 

Fate held a scissor to the string.

She tried to mind her own business. She really did. Returning to brewing some coffee for the person in line, sliding it across the table, and giving them a smile. Her lips could barely form the words, “Have a good day,” before she cut herself off, eyes widening. The coffee she had handed them knocked out of their grasp, laying spilled on the floor. 

[name] gasped quietly, eyes darting back up to meet black and blue hues. She froze a second, suddenly realizing that while she’d been on autopilot, spacing out— The rest of the cafe had gone empty. Beginning to yell at the pair, the customer the coffee had been for looked beyond pissed. They opened their mouth to continue screaming at the white-haired man, but—

A swift flick of his fingers, and the customer went flying across the room, seemingly gaining momentum as they crashed against the wall and hit their head hard enough to knock out. A sickening crack echoed throughout the room, allowing [name] to freeze completely. Her face paled in horror at the sight, a horrifying entity forming right behind the customer. They didn’t get the chance to fight, head effectively bitten clean off their body. 

Blood poured forth from the stump like that of the Lord, body falling limp. The crimson color had splattered all over the walls and floor, a horrifying canvas of the spiral to hell, to purgatory— 

Muted noiret hair cascaded over his shoulder as the man knelt on one knee in front of the body. He seemed to observe the way a few ants had already begun crawling out of the small hole in the wall, breaths quiet. Then, he cracked a smile. “‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?’… May your god have mercy on your soul, low-life.”

With that, the entity swallowed the rest of the customer up whole.

It was quiet for a second. A clock ticked in the background, but she swore it almost felt like the seconds had slowed down. [name]’s mind was running wild with the visual and implied information dumped onto her. ‘What was that entity? Why did they kill the customer? What were they gonna do to her? Was this it? Were they going to kill her too?’

Despite the icy look he sent the corpse, the white-haired man huffed out a snicker. “C’mon, Suguru, don’t be like that.” He dragged the last word out, cracking his knuckles in front of him. His sapphire eyes took their time in studying every reaction [name] had to offer. From her shivers to her darting eyes — He consumed it all.

The ravenette chuckled too, lightheartedly smacking the other on the back. “How else should I be, Satoru?”

That seemed to snap her out of her state. The girl tried to scream, all blood leaving her face, but all she could form was a weak whimper. Her hands clutched at her uniform in an effort to ground herself, trying to sprint for the back. There were about 15 steps between herself and the door. She only made 3. 

A hand clasped around her wrist, tugging her backward and into a chest. “Trying to leave so soon? Oh c’mon now, princess,” Satoru’s hand trailed down to her waist, lips brushing against her earlobe and greedily drinking up the shivers he got in return. “We haven’t even started yet.”

Suguru made his way to her front, one hand in his pocket while the other grabbed her cheeks to make sure she looked right into those pools of tar. He smiled softly, a stark contrast to Satoru’s smug grin as his lips nipped at her neck. Suguru took in every little detail of her face, including the blood from the customer’s splatter. The pores, the imperfections, the perfections— He couldn’t get enough. 

“You’re a beautiful thing, y’know that?” He muttered, as if it was a secret only between the two of them. Something that no one else should ever know about. She tried to form a remark, anything to tell them off— But all it sounded like to them was a puppy’s whines.

His lips came crashing onto hers with a passion that rivaled Hades as he pursued Persephone. [name] tried desperately to push them off, using every bit of the strength she had— Yet as they backed her into the backroom, she knew it was all in vain. The realization didn’t stop her though, lips finally pushing past their rest and yelling for them to stop, almost sure it might draw the attention of someone outside. Before they closed the door, she saw that it had begun to pour rain, loud enough to completely mask any and all of her noises.

Satoru was the one that pushed her down onto the counter, Suguru immediately beginning to pull her oversized shirt off. The white haired man ran a hand through his strands at the sight, a hissed “Fuck,…” pulling through his throat. The ravenette saw how [name] tried to cover herself again, face pink, and immediately pinned her wrists above her head.

“Shh… It’s— It’s okay, we’ll take care of you, right, ‘Toru?” His voice was tight, like he was refraining from saying something, doing something— She tried to tug her wrists away from his hold, yelling for help, telling them to stop, just about anything that could just end the moment here and now. 

A chuckle, and Satoru leaned over her body, face mere centimeters from hers. His lips practically brushed hers as those damned jewel-like orbs devoured her own. 

“Yeah, we’ll treat ya real good, princess.”

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳-𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘶𝘵 ☆