France 鸽子 into an empty room and quickly shut the door. Merde, no lock. Why, of all the rooms he could a chosen did he have to pick the one without a lock? This room would have to do for a hiding place, no choice left now. He raced to the side wall, his breathing was heavy and he placed his hand on his chest in attempt to still his frantic heart. France was panicking, he had never been the scared in his life. He was being chased 由 a mad man in a blue bowtie. A familiar face, however the eyes gave it away. Instead of emeralds, the were neon blue with streaks of 粉, 粉色 like splattered blood....
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