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The sound of the disturbed flies suddenly grew louder, as though they were responding to the man's voice.
His eyes darted toward the insects, and his crimson pupils shone. Instantly, the buzzing ceased, and the flies all dispersed, intimidated by the pressure he exuded.
"Ahh, I better clean up soon..." The dreary figure stood from where he sat, holding the orb on one hand, while placing the other on his chin as he glanced at the corpse that the flies had surrounded.
Somehow, it had become rotten, decaying, and terribly putrid. The silhouette recognized whoever the dead body belonged to, and seemed happy while watching the disgusting state the flesh was In.
"... After all, it wouldn't do well for a teacher's room to have such a mess."
