Midnight.
The gates, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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A fervent cluster of men and women gathered before the imposing wrought-iron gates of the grand Theodore mansion.
Clad in layers of corsets, top hats, and billowing skirts. In jeans, shirts and shoes, the protesters brandished placards adorned with demands for a beast to be killed,
They held onto their pitchfork and knives, chanting kill the beast.
The air resonated with vibrant speeches, echoing the calls for security and assurance in their city.
The atmosphere was charged with the determination to challenge the existence of a creature they had heard about.
A beast in Critic Arley.
As this group of Critic Arley citizens fervently expressed their desire to kill a certain beast, they rattled against the backdrop of the ornate mansion gates.