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... ild. There were many theories wondering if it was even a human.


What surprised Ray more than anything though, was the fact that this person knew his real name. They referred to him as Sen. He had recently told many people who he really was, but they were all those belonging to the Redwings.


Technically, no one should know his real name or his real form other than them.


"How do you know who I am?" Ray asked.


"Don't worry, I know you can't see th ...

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