Too tired to properly stop himself, Lora ran right into the door with a smack. After shaking off the shock of his sudden stop he then pounded his fist on the door, dreading the possibility that whoever lived there wasn’t home. Painful moments passed where nothing happened. Dread slowly settled more and more in Lora’s stomach, but eventually, the door opened, and standing in its frame like a fallen angel was something Lora thought he would never ever see.
A human.

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