Masked Soirée.
“Do you believe in magic?”
A black metal gate stood before me with an old large sign that said Game Over in big, red, bolded letters. Chains entangled itself around the steel gate as I wrapped my icy hands on the shackles of the chains. They rattled along the icy cold air. My hands stung from the chilliness and my body shivered, failing to keep up with the warmth spreading throughout my body. I huffed out a sigh, seeing the clear puff of smoke exhaling from my mouth.
“This is it,” I thought to myself.
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