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Turning into a monster
*Third POV*
“I have a lot to show you but before that why dont you answer whom do you love the most me or is it'' taking his steps forward towards Koishi who was slowly backing away.
“Ryuu?”
“Wh-what?” this only made Koishi freeze on his spot hearing the name made his eyes go wide in response.
“What happened dear this time I asked you the question of human x human one didnt I? You can answer this one right?” Takeshi smiles. “Or this time too there will be the mind games of yours to make a choice?”
'How does he know about Ryuu? I never mentioned Ryuu to him, not even once then how did he come to know about him?'
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