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She was doomed the moment she walked in.

The room was so small she couldn't even open the window all the way. The whole place was very narrow, and a big mirror covered the wall to her left. She looked at herself for a moment, in the white neon light. Her curly hair looked dark, almost brown, and her cheeks were red. She was wearing only a blue shirt that lay tight against her young breasts, and a pair of shorts. Nothing fitting for the upcoming winter. But that's all she came with, and she couldn’t go back for more.

She came of her own free will.

Believe us, that's also why she stayed.

Yes, there were girls… there was whiskey… there was blood… there was Death… but there was also Y, fourteen years old, who left her parents’ house to discover the adult world, and instead found us.

We are many, and in the belly of Tel Aviv, on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea, we were looking for a sacrifice to perform our ritual.

Oh, we can’t tell you about the ritual yet. Just know that we won’t let anyone ruin it, not 

ruin it, not even N, with his riddles and games.

Not even Y, with her golden curls…even N, with his riddles and games.

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