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... red Riku from the darkness. His head pounded like someone was slamming a drum inside his skull. His back was stiff, twisted awkwardly between a toppled chair and a cold, blood-smeared floor.
He groaned, blinking slowly.
The fluorescent lights above flickered weakly—some completely dead. Shadows loomed over overturned desks. A foul, metallic stench hung in the air. The kind that made you want to gag.
Drip... tap...
It was blood.
His eyes widened.
Th ...
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