"You still haven't answer me...who is he?". The girl studied Cory, noticing the small things now. He wore dark clothes in many layers. Around his neck was a crimson ribbon with a chunky key tied to it. The key was a glittering mix of gold or bronze and seemed to be filled with light. Cory's shaggy black hair almost covered his eyes, and seemed to have no real cut shape. He reminded her much of a cat. Tricky, smart, pretty and over all, a bit of a mystery. Cory smirked, and stroked the black wooden box.
"He is here to make sure I don't use this" Cory said smoothly. Catrina didn't know what to do...she felt like she was being pulled in many different ways..
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