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"Listen to me closely. Don't hesitate. Don't feel afraid," Alex said, his tone steady as the Demon let out another low growl, still refusing to step forward. "Right now, I'll just be honest. You're an extra, someone who has no role in society."
Ezra's expression dimmed at those words, his shoulders dropping slightly as he accepted the truth he had always known. It hit him like something unavoidable, as fate itself had already decided his place.
"However," Alex continued, his voice cutting through that doubt, "that doesn't mean you can't change that destiny."
Ezra tightened his grip around the small, cheap knife in his hand, his eyes sharpening despite everything. His stance steadied, and his focus locked entirely onto [Igris], refusing to look away.
"I won't let you die, Ezra," Alex whispered, a faint smile forming as he completely ignored the Demon's presence. "Here and now, you and your tamed creature will learn what it means to face death. Don't run. Face it head on."
