He had to have been my age, but I never saw him that much around here. He had reddish-brown hair, had a thin build, and wore thick rimmed glasses. This guy looked a bit nerdy, but then again, I was a nerd myself.
I then focused on some more lines from my monologue and delivered them.
“How date they come after me in the forest of dread? I will not let my subjects down in driving out that killer they sent to vanquish me.” I snarled to sound more menacing.
After I was done with my monologue, we took a little break.
“Excuse me, you did a great job as the Dragon Witch.”
I turned around and it was that guy.
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