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Logan stalks the mansion at night, the change of seasons always makes him restless. Maybe it's his animal nature, maybe it's the added rustle of the world outside dying, preparing for a long winter's slumber. Whatever it is, it has him feeling suffocated even in the vast network of halls and classrooms, like a rat in the maze. He watches the students like small animals, scuttling about trying to escape his watchful, increasingly predatory eyes.
The hunt rises up within him, and he knows he must move...
The hunt rises up within him, and he knows he must move...
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