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Anne and Hitman: Halloween Evil 10 Anne and Hitman: Halloween Evil Chapter Ten Struggle in the Underground Romania, Long Ago, another time The bald child with a bar code on the back of his head waited in the snow. His breath was slow and in the blizzard that raged outside, no breath of his steamed visible. His pale skin matched the snow falling all over the Romanian mountains. From a distance he looked like a carving of an angel. From closer up, he looked like a copy of a Greek Statue. An imagine designed to look appealing, but leave no lasting impact. He was a rumour. Recognizable only as de ja vu and dismissed just as quickly. The boy waited. Patient as the grim reaper. His eyes never blinked. Even when they came. From out of the shadows. Fangs and pitch black eyes like a shark. Human from a distance. Freaks, monsters, vampires. The boy met their vacant stare with a darkness all his own. The vampires smiled as they surrounded by the boy. He was small, he was weak compared to them.
