"Wow another ghostface, well you seem a little more out of it then the others." Marie is sitting on top of the roof top of the strode house and decides to speak as she sees them walk by.
The Devil simply tipped his head towards one shoulder as he watched the survivor from the front lawn. Nimble fingers playfully twirling his blade as he made no move to rush the home. “I like to refer to myself as passionate~ And do please call me Devilface~ Or Devil for short, I don’t mind either way~”
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