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HE KNOWS VIII
Chaise looked at them with emotionless expressions, his eyes were cold and devoid of sentiments. Luke, Viola, Brixton, and Tres were also unable to move. They all feel the danger Chaise is carrying. They even exchanged glances except for Tres who was scared just looking at Chaise. Viola, Luke, and Brixton can't send a signal because they both don't know what to do next. If they are not careful and wise enough in the decisions they make, they will die right away. Meratron, on the other hand, was amused looking down at them from afar, looking forward to what Chaise would do to them, as if that was what revived his muscles and blood in his system. "What are you all doing here?" Chaise asked and eyed them suspiciously. No one from the group answered him as they did not know what to say. Th
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