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Drake: Mandela and Franbel III
"It's nothing personal. But I need to spill a bit of your blood. Young one." Leonard said with a fake smile on his face. The hair from the roots to the tips was slowly changing color, as it revealed dark blonde hair in his place, his posture was altered with his physical appearance, since the wrinkles on his face quickly faded away, and he stood in a relaxed yet guarded manner. Franbel was freaking out, unable to move or go anyway, since Leonard had a knife placed directly at his jugular, so one wrong move would lead to the end of him. Franbel could feel the slightly hot liquid moving down his neck due to the knife being dug deeper into his skin by Leonard. "That should be enough." Leonard murmured, as he removed his knife stained with the little boy's blood and tasted it, making Drake cr
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