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Arkham is in bedlam. Everyone is sick...except for her. Her guards have collapsed. she sees disgusting humans choaking for breath everywhere. It warms her.
It's time to leave.
The door opens which little effort she makes her way down the hall. the sound of weezing and gasping covers the noise.
It's time to leave.
The door opens which little effort she makes her way down the hall. the sound of weezing and gasping covers the noise.