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“Not yet, we’re just in school.” he replied, at least trying to keep up his cover story.
“Suppose that’s true… what do you hunt? Because it wasn’t always that your answer would be Grimm.” he spat, grabbing her arm and twisting it.

——The ravenette had never wanted

        to resort to what her tooth-&-nail

        could provide, yet it’s obviously 

        a lost cause now to avoid it. She

        was born & raised fighting her  

        own battles, but it was nothing 

        short of { instinct } to wish for 

        backup; a head of blonde hair, 

        or a glimpse of a red cape. 

“ Then what’s your answer? I don’t think yours would be the creatures of Grimm; most likely other fellow students. ”