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Brooke stepped closer to Alfons. Dark bags were under her eyes and her coat collar was done up to her very chin. She avoided every shadow she saw on the floor and she looked around as if expecting an attack. 'I...I just wanted to come by and s-say hello. How yea doing?" Brooke stammered quietly. ((This is after she was mutilated by a demon to death by that way))
“Brooke…was is zhe matter vith you?” he asked, looking up at the woman, frowning with concern.