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While Aponi was still on the hunt for the lady through her blood scent, which had the higher concentration of smell inside of the house, the lady thus at this moment convened herself out in her bravery and out of the black curtain.
She glanced at the faces of the bloodsuckers as she ran out of the curtain and the faces she beheld were those of the volunteers and others from down the street craving for her blood.
But this had not mattered even when she empathised with them and wished the table did not turn out this way. She quickly concluded in her thought that these people were dead and she must help them stay dead, not become a walking ghost that feeds on blood.
Quickly, she poured down the flammable liquids in her hand while she dashed at her highest speed out the wooden door.
Her breathing at this moment was heavier than her chest as she bent her back and her hands touched her knee, only to catch some breath.
