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Iara was just about to exit the room when she yielded before a curious individual. A male teenager in his mid-teens stopped outside of the doorway, addressing all of them. His eyes appeared to be a cruel, mahogany ((is that the color?)) color, and he his blonde hair held a suttle green tint to it. His bangs fanned out in all directions, and his brows were frowning at them. It made Iara want to laugh at how detectable his negative personality showed itself to people, as though warning them he was and never would be a kind, caring person to others.

"Well, those three died a long time ago and I'm one of the recent members of The Betting Group," Iara started to introduce; then she pointed at each of the previous members of the group. "This is Jack...John...and Mia; they were all a part of the five group members that died awhile back."

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