Unhuman ≫ h.s.
When I looked into his eyes, he looked anything but human, and the scariest part was I couldn't find it in me to care.
"W-Who are you?" I asked, tilting my head up.
He looked at me through narrowed eyes, his pink lips parted as his rough voice sent chills up my spine, "That's not the question you should be asking."
"Then what is?"
There was a long unsettling silence that had dawned over the two of us.
"Not who but what...what am I?"
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