Finale

Waning fame turned the pop star’s eyes to sorcery. Two empty front row seats made up her mind to murder a Siren.

And steal her voice.

Premiering her new vocals, an infatuated concert crowd rushed the stage.

They tore her clothes to shreds.

Then her body.


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