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Elle's heart pounded fiercely in her chest as she stared at the man before her, his name formed on her lips in a disbelieving whisper. "E-Elijah?" The very sound of it sent shivers down her spine. The sinister atmosphere of the ancient underground cemetery that surrounded them was now more palpable than ever. Elijah, the man who was now standing before her, was the last person she was expecting to see in this place.

Panic flooded Elle's mind as she realized that she had made a terrible mistake by coming here! And adding to that, she had come all alone!

Elijah was  wearing that intricate mask of his that she had been curious about the last time. That beautiful but creepy mask he had worn when she saw him for the first time during his birthday. Just the mere sight of that mask had immediately made her believe the man was no other than Elijah, as no other person she knew would have that unique but creepy mask on.