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cles are tight, and there's a sharp, burning pain in my side. I t

blood is thic

Broken glass covers the floor, catching the flickering neon ligh

y han

covered

s me. What

gainst my temple, trying to remember. But there's not

with dried blood. Someone-me?-stitched a wound just above my hip. I

no idea how

the dresser. The reflection staring back at me looks nothing like the man I

No time to panic

shaking hands and turn it on. The screen flashes with

my lungs in a

ping the dresser. No

figure steps out of a burning building, smoke billowin

turns slightly t

omach

my

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it

ps talking, but I c

white. This has to be a setup.

't I rememb

door makes my

ree

ock, loude

rofessional. They kn

st. Window-too sma

urns into a

me to

wer. Inside-cold metal. A gun.

rknob r

click-the sound of

're

to get

ll window. Tight

r cover. Gunfire erupts. Bullets rip t

ks in. I don't

squeeze through, glass cutting into

feet hit the

rough my body,

ehind me. Foot

d hard, roll, and keep moving. My body kn

shadows, one though

rv

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lot. Rusted shipping containers tower around me. I

le

I've lo

s against my temp

are gone. My face is all over t

rst of

w if I actu

ne is dead. But then my fi

piece o

re at the messy h

uns down

t, a set

dina

the fear. Whoever I was before

ve to fo

on't figure ou

e else

I won't like their

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