The Introduction to Hell

I never thought that there were so many similarities to me slaying the ghoul and me slaying a human.

It was undeniably painful screams of pain.

I am not sure, but the ghouls that come through the gates have multiplied.

They kill every guard that is between them and the outside world.

The job of the people is to kill the ghouls.

The job of the ghouls is to kill the people.

It all goes hand in hand with each other.

The shine of the sun also dries the blood drawn across the ground like pen and paper.

Trees are life, but life splits into hate and love.

Fear makes you avoid death, but it can also bring death.

This world seems to lose those who die to history.

History however, is going to be written by me.

The sun smiles, but also swears in anger above us in the sky.

Here I was standing in line with a bunch of other people my age.

Shoulder to shoulder, this is the beginning of the end of the beginning.

The decision to decide the ranking of where my life stands.

"Tshh" I scoffed.

What am I thinking?

Head in the game.

Time to see what I am made of.

I close my eyes and imagine a grid.

All the directions that people were walking and all the movements.

I could almost feel it.

It was going to start.

The faint sounds of footsteps.

The person next to me turned his head in the direction of the sound.

I turned my head to see as well.

Behind us, the guards were clearing a path through the middle of the rows of people.

I was close to the right side.

I instinctively shifted right, just like I do usually to avoid foot traffic.

Our row was already clearing the center.

Now we were all separated into two groups.

People were starting to talk.

The midday sun was reaching 0º in the middle of the sky.

I shut my eyes and imagine the grid again.

An ability like this may aid me one day.

Only if I could make ability combinations just like that.

I shrugged.

This is probably a dumb place to contemplate life.

I better do it before I piss myself during the exams, though.

Every year there is always a kid who has a mental breakdown before the judges.

You would be better off forfeiting.

The first step in winning over the judges is to play smart.

Maybe contemplating does find answers.

I felt a jolt of pain from my left eye.

I stopped squeezing my eyelids closed.

I sighed.

An instinct that gives me retina damage, great.

But no.

This is simply the fear of failure at work.

I opened my eyelids again.

The imaginary grid.

A random thought.

I blinked and the grid was gone.

I would shrug it off if it was not obviously interesting.

I may have seen it once before.

Same grid.

I saw it when I exhaled.

The moment in the bar fight that I had the max concentration.

Just a split second, I did not pay attention to it.

It is literally just my perception and imagination playing with each other.

So be it.

We pray, gods do.

Not much to think through.

I might be tripping, but that may be a sign I am super focused.

I will experiment later today.

TOOOOT–

– Yep, horns to begin the ceremony.

A man slowly walked down the middle.

He was wearing full plate armor and was carrying a sword at his side.

His visor was lifted and we could clearly see his face.

Definitely one of the royal guards.

Definitely from number 2, 3, or 4.

As he walked past my row, I looked towards him.

There was a patch on his scabbard.

A circular one.

Not like the regular kite shield patch.

That is definitely not the same.

He walked to the front of the crowd and turned and saluted.

"KNEEL BEFORE THE KING!" He called out.

Everyone already seemed to have expected him to have said that.

Already almost all the people were kneeling.

I joined them.

I wonder how the king is doing.

Last time I saw him was with Reed on duty.

He definitely has good relations with every one of his guards.

Weird that the ghouls have not been able to attempt to assassinate him yet.

I was starting to feel the king stepping foot onto the grass.

His presence was definitely strong among the attendees.

I would bet not a lot of people have seen him in person.

The king keeps a lot of things to himself.

But this man, for all I know, eats, sleeps and breathes enthusiasm.

I smiled, but only slightly.

He will probably know me as soon as he sees me.

The guy has insanely good memory capacity and an insanely high judgment capability.

I reach with my left hand and grip the colorless crystal next to my push dagger clip.

He will only see that I have improved.

I see the king and his blue and red uniform.

His officer uniform.

On it is the patch of the empire.

The same one on the flag.

Blue, Orange, Black, Red.

The colors on the flag.

Seeds of honor and blood.

He was carrying the flag of the empire.

Any normal country, there will be flag bearers.

But the ol' king does it himself.

Funny he is not afraid of some physical labor.

There was a formation of 4 guards following him.

All of them were bearing the same circular patch.

Every step down the middle seemed to have an influence in the area.

The king is a powerful person that contains more knowledge than anyone.

He reached the front of the field of grass.

Planting the flag into the ground, he turned and saluted.

He tapped his neck with his index finger and then pointed upwards.

"Ahem." He was beginning the ceremony.

"Come on, what is this mad intensity for?" The powerful voice of the king carried across the area.

The man on my left sighed and loosened his shoulders.

"You may rise." A smile breaks across his face.

I stand.

"Do your best.

You know I am watching.

I want to see your fire and your spirits!

Let's see who is worth my recognition." The king announced.

"I am not the one to give long emotional speeches, so aim for victory." He continued.

"Today, you will get used to the dorms where you will be staying for the duration of the exams," He pointed backwards with his thumb.

"Of course afterwards you will be splitting off to the military academies.

Did I mention you have roomies.

Get acquainted with them, but not too much because you will likely be leaving them." He laughed and shrugged.

"Oh for fuck sake!" I whispered.

Roomies suck ass.

I keep everything to myself, including my lifestyle.

"Before you get military training, enjoy yourselves.

You now are dismissed and you can now go anywhere.

Be sure to come back in about 2 hours.

It should be able to use the solar clock, or sundial at the north of this city.

Do not get lost, it is a huge place.

Without further ado, you now can do whatever the heck you want.

Just do not come and try to get my autograph." He instructed.

He slowly trudged out through the doorway at the front, and waved backwards.

Chris Trensburg.

A most capable king.

People were already getting out of line and splitting into groups.

Mostly friend groups or something.

I predict that they will be putting people as roommates based on how well they know each other.

They want the people that don't know each other to be put together.

That is a test for relationship skills.

I am aware, because my brother told me.

Last year, they did not have roommates.

Hmm.

What the hell?

"Yo."

"Yo." I said back

"Uh, do you know what is going on?"

"Nope, but Ned you need to keep a watch out."

"You mean, this is a part of the entrance exam?"

"A definite clear read."

"I am sure no one has caught on to it yet."

"Yeah, they are seeing how we handle roommates…"

"Ohh shit."

"…of the opposite gender"

"Of courseeee." Ned jokes.

"Hell, it is just a speculation.

But I know Chrisy Trensy better than you do." I smirked.

I pulled off my backpack and unbuttoned the single button.

A pocket where I stored all my needles.

"I will give him a piece of my mind." I exhaled.

I shut my eyes.

"This is what you usually do before you go to kill something.

So, are you okay?"

A grid appeared in my vision.

I imagined where there could be people hiding.

I pictured where every person was on that grid.

I saw 4 people that I had not pictured.

"Wait, there are 4 people above us."

How the hell is this grid doing this?

I opened my eyes.

->

Skills: Mind Pierce, Soul And Weapon

Abilities: Stick-7, Needle-14, Push Dagger-5(timelapse), Push Dagger-5(timelapse), Namefinder, Sword-3, Execution

<-

Does not show up in my information.

Ehh, well, it sure is nifty.

I shrugged off my backpack.

I pulled out a jar of blood.

If the people on watch are weapon mages, which they will be to detect who is with who, they certainly can detect non-human blood.

I dipped 4 needles into the blood.

I turned and looked to see that there were ledges with a guardrail on all sides of me.

"I am aiming for the guardrails." I said.

I closed my eyes.

1, 2, 3, 4.

Hit.

I threw the needles in the direction of the supposed locations of the observers.

1 second after another.

If I hit the guardrails it would get their attention.

Needles have a low impact sound, but the blood of a summon will splatter on the guardrail.

I put more than enough to be detectable.

"What is Chris planning?" I shrugged

I opened my eyes.

The set marks were scored.

4 needles, into the wooden guardrail.

There was a little bit of the blood that had dropped upon my hand.

A shadow leaned over the guardrail on the right side.

I looked at them.

I don't need namefinder for this task.

My eyes avert to the guy who just noticed the needle.

->

Skills: Weapon Casting Boost, Stamina Regeneration Speed, Speed Boost

Abilities: Sword-2, Ace's Stone, Acid Formation, Earth Shatter, Detection, Line Of Sight

<-

A lot of activated abilities.

However…

Line of sight.

I have never heard of that before.

No way that is the thing they are using to see our groups.

This is getting more and more sketchy.

"Maybe they are trying to pair us into groups where we work the best possible." Ned pointed out.

"First I used the needles to mark my location" I kept looking.

"What are you doing?" Ned asked.

"I am just chilling, so they won't know it was me."

"So you want them to notice that everyone is onto something." Ned mused.

"Yes, I will ask the king directly later."

"But why though? It would be worse for you—"

"—No way, only the wisest and best kings are named Chris." I butt in.

The man was a lot more than a battle tested king.

He has known me for almost 4 years of my operational pre-stupidity self.

"He has known me since when I wasn't an idiot." I chuckled.

"When have you not been an idiot?…"

"Bruh."

The old king agrees with me and my brother's sentiments and stuff.

'Death is a privilege everyone shares, but damn right is a curse as well.'

Well of course if you don't live longer than Chris, you may not achieve your max potential.

He is also the guy who goes and finds loopholes and completes the problem in the best way possible.

Hell.

He would do anything for some entertainment.

Well, I mean, being king ain't too fun.

Piss, with observers he probably is going to do that.

Almost positive confirmation on that topic.

I finished tying up the bottle of blood, and chucked it into my backpack.

He knows that many of these groups here are gender split.

He probably wants us either working with the best teammate, making us get new teammates, or the third option: screwing around with us.

But here in the major cities in this area of Skylisk, Soruben, Dashing, Rennasa, and Xesun, the training is pairing you up randomly.

"I will go directly and ask him nicely." I shrug.

"So this is just confirming your suspicions?"

"Making it direct that there are the Ivans out there that are nice, and there is me…" I paused to shrug off my hood.

The sunlight makes my eyes adjust slightly.

"…So when I go to his secret location where Reed had to guard, keep anyone off me.

I don't care who, just make sure they do not follow me." I continued.

"Got it."

I proceeded to give one of the observers a death glare.

The one that the ghoul gave me before.

He probably did not see me however.

"Hopefully the forecast has no one planning to take me out?…"

"Hm." Ned turned around.

Most of the people were already starting to exit the area.

"No time like the present." I stepped towards the king's exit.

All of the examinees were all cheerfully chatting about the king's presence and having roomies.

I was all cold, the grin on my face was painted on.

A part of me felt this was going to be amusing.

The corridor turned to the right again.

I slowly looked around.

It is as normal as ever.

It has been 3 years since I have been here.

One time I escaped the supervision of the king and I mounted Tuck and ran off.

I wanted to find where reed went off to, he was dressed in full tactical gear too.

I knew something was up.

I kept moving towards the old king's chamber.

The same day I killed a person.

The same damned day I witnessed war.

But I got over it, no sweat.

The blood stayed with me.

How do I now kill without hesitation?

But that day, it was live or die.

There was no room for hesitation.

How did I think that war was fun?

Was it exhilaration?

Was it the glory?

Combat?

The end of the corridor.

A metal door with a key lock.

I stepped in front of it.

I lifted my right arm and slowly knocked on the door.

Still silent.

The echoes of the knock ringed in my head.

I turned my hand and curled it up into a fist.

Thump!

I punched the door.

The sound of the door unlocking was a series of clicks.

It has been a while.

The door slowly opened.

"Ivan, come inside, you are the only person with the guts to punch my door." Chris smiled.

I frowned while stepping inside his secret chamber.

"I guess now I am the only Chuan left." I sighed.

"May your brother rest in peace." Chris added.

He was slightly taller than me, of decent stature.

His blond hair was slightly swept to the right.

Blue eyes that pierced into my existence.

"I am here to confirm my suspicions, your majesty." I shut the door behind us.

We started to walk to the back of the room.

"Yes, I did randomize roommates.

Opposite gender too…" He shrugged.

"Wow, you are a piece of shit pervert." I scoffed.

"Language, language…" Chris said, sitting down.

"Wanna play some chess?" He chuckled.

"Alright, but—" I clenched my teeth.

He already saw through me.

THUMPshh.

I took a swing at him.

I really wanted to hit his face one day.

He caught my right hand and leg sweeped me onto the floor.

My pack thumped onto the floor.

"Checkmate." He laughed.

"Aww man." I started to get up.

What we called chess was not the board game any longer.

It was a strategy game called reality.

"No but why are you here?

We are currently preparing uniforms, the rooms, and the—"

"—When you asked me why I never had any military training, it was because of trash like this.

A uniform?

You will ruin it in battle anyways.

Rooms?

I sleep on the grass with a hunting knife.

Discipline?

Works half the time, but walking in a straight line into a cloud of arrows is not very disciplinary.

Roommates?

People I will end up killing by pure accident, because I sleep with a knife.

Teammates?

Well, Ned.

100% of my training is combat training, but 0% of it is military training."

"Well I beat you in chess, however your punch gained a lot more power."

"Well it just shows I have more work to do."

I looked into his eyes.

"Want to go again?" He asked.

"Bring it on."

"If you beat me I will bet on you for 50,000 gold coins against my rivals."

"If I win you will split it in half with me, blah blah blah…I heard it too many times already." I groaned.

It would be a good financial benefit, right now I only have about 5,340 kels.

"Well, you requested to do "chess"… so I just added some benefits."

"Fine…one request okay?"

"Go ahead."

"Can you make sure my roomie gets half of my half?

Also please make my roomie a future comrade, please, please, please?

I don't care who they are."

"Funny you say that, I already had plans for that.

The only other person with Soul and Weapon on 'campus' is your roomie."

"Damn?? Or, how am I supposed to react?"

"Yeah, all of the people selected have all attended academies early because of their potential.

Not only that, they all passed private instructor training.

Some even have become instructors, so they may bring along students on missions.

Well, you both have potential that is not able to be ignored.

Your ally, probably, did have a lot of military training."

"I had none, suckers!" I nodded.

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Of course."

"I hate military training.

Just drill instructors just blowing off steam on you." I twirled my finger in the air.

I tilted my head to the left.

He tilted his head to match.

"Alright, try me again, little old you cannot beat 36 year old me, can you?

I mean you will probably do better without your pack on." He cocked his eyebrow.

"Right, right."

I chucked my pack off of my shoulders.

"Hmm." He smiled.

I unbuttoned my pack and stuck my hand inside.

"Jeez…" I mumbled.

I reached for the pocket on the right.

My tactical fingerless gloves.

Made with energy infused fabric layers and mesh where it is almost as powerful as a ⅙ inch of steel.

Definitely light weight, but there is no stopping an arrow or a sword.

I wear it cuz it looks cool.

The black outside covers your palms so I used to wear it when I hunted for better grip.

Now I don't.

I realized that I forgot the gloves many times.

Wearing them during the day makes me have slightly better hand eye coordination because the gloves are where my hand will collide with the target.

I took off my belt and set it aside.

My push daggers and sword stacked on top of each other.

Chris glanced over at my belt.

"How did you get the blade scabbard with the engraving of invisibility?" He asked.

"Counterintelligence." I answered.

"Sheesh!

Only the hardcore people go there.

All of them die too!"

I dropped my cloak onto the side as well.

I exhaled.

I kept going until my lungs started burning.

I closed my eyes.

Thinking.

The no shit grid of hell appeared in my mind again.

Concentrate.

→←

I closed my eyes.

Losing concentration.

Losing concentration.

I coughed and sputtered.

Someone's blood splattered into my mouth.

Shouting, clattering, bleeding, killing.

Where?

Where in hell am I?

I opened my eyes.

I blinked and shut my eyes again.

I held back my stomach.

I opened my eyes again.

Here I was sitting on the ground, out in the open.

Yep, a dead body, I half shrugged.

I did not shrug it off mentally.

I tore it deep into its sockets.

It was deflated covered in blood.

An eyeball, I stabbed it

A dead person.

Well, shit.

My hands were shaking.

I was not sane.

I shoved the dead body off of me.

I can feel the slowing heartbeat of the person.

Each beat, blood starts spilling out of his eye.

"Augh…" I choked.

My legs, arms, everything were shaking.

I stepped backwards and stumbled.

Right foot first, left foot second.

I shook my head.

My right hand was still gripping the broken shaft of the arrow.

I dropped to my knees.

I looked at my right hand.

A coat of drying blood.

I shivered as if I was stuck in a snowstorm.

I felt my stomach turning upside down.

I belched out everything.

The blood mixed with turmoil came out of my mouth.

I stood back up.

Eyes stuck open in shock.

Gasps for air.

I stumbled across to the left of the battlefield.

I saw the archers lining up for a volley of arrows.

Another cloud of arrows fell from the sky before they could fire.

Shouts and people falling into an endless sleep.

I wanted to stay a distance away from the battlefield.

I was behind the archers for a lesson of war.

The teacher was Death himself.

No one noticed I was there.

But I felt even this would not protect me later on.

I actually believed that I could protect this place myself.

I tossed the broken shaft up and caught it.

Nope.

I am me, I won't die like this.

I tossed it aside.

My brother is going to kill me.

Tuck slowly trotted across the field towards me.

The archers launch their projectiles.

This battle is a lot smaller than the large ones.

I wonder how people bear deaths like this?

I loosened my clenched left hand.

I did not realize it was clenched.

My brother is still going to kill me.

→←

A grid.

A grid that I will see when I am concentrating.

A grid that may be what I kill people with.

I readied myself.

I opened my eyes.

Hitting him towards his head with a 15º angle from the right. Then, he will catch my hand with his left hand by grabbing me from the outside.

He will turn slightly to block better with his right hand.

Then I will poke him in the gut.

0.09 seconds faster than his right hand can reach it.

HOLY SHIT.

How do I know this????

What is this?

Not even an ability?

Is this just like my brother, he used to tell me all this nerdy stuff before.

The grid kept playing in my mind, even when my eyes were wide open.

"OOF!"

"Owwwww, god damn it; You win, you win, whatever…" Chris laughed.

"Ah, dang it, my finger popped." I looked at my index finger.

"Deal is on kid." Chris said.

"Wow, like I care."

"Alright, I am not supposed to have favorites, but you are indeed the one I want to win the most."

"The tournament is going to be in a few days.

Use the time to consider your options, you ape."

"Consider the considering done." He shook his head.

"Chances are, there will be great opponents.

Maybe you can choose someone else?"

"Hell nah."

"Hell nah?"

"Yes."

"Jeez, what have you done?"

"I based this decision on every christical religion in this world."

"Now I will have to meet god in person, if you are correct."

"Sucks to suck, if you lose."

"Winning to benefit the king?

If it is my job, I will accept." I said sarcastically.

"Good, good."

"Well, I can win if I try hard.

But this is not for you." I nodded.

The sunlight streaked across the sky.

The dirt was distasteful, It was crusty and hard.

Just like the dirt at home, the ground was cold, crisp and hard.

Even in the spring, soil here can only grow the toughest species of grasses.

Just like me, I spent the entire day taking a nap.

The outskirts of the city.

On a hill overlooking the entire area.

Tuck was awake.

He seemed to have known that it was almost time.

No, he looked on edge.

There still is a decent amount of time until the assigning and stuff by the king of dumbasses.

I closed my eyes and exhaled.

"Tuck, wake me up when someone is here." I nodded slowly.

Tuck snorted and slowly stood up; he walked up to me and farted.

"AUghh!" I rolled over and choked.

Tuck then turned to the left and lowered his head.

Someone was there.

I rolled back over into my back.

The grid appeared again.

The grid, another random instance of that grid that appeared out of nowhere one day.

There were three guys behind me.

They are probably hiding behind the curve of the hill.

Jeez, who are those idiots?

"Alright, come out now. You aren't going to prank me if you have less stealth than me ." I called out.

I can sense on the grid that all of the spherical objects started to quickly move back down the hill.

Well people are annoying sometimes.

I start to sit up.

Well it should be about time.

The sun is now low enough in degrees for me to think it has been around 1 and a half hours.

Heh, I spent the entire time outside the walls.

They told me to explore, but I am not up for that at that moment.

Well I am ready to mount tuck and head back.

"Rest in peace." I sighed.

"Ahh brother, I haven't seen you in ages!

Can you keep people off me please?

Yeah, in the afterlife.

Go give me some luck."

I walked back into the same open area as before.

Since everything had happened, I would have imagined myself to be dead by now.

I made an "okay" sign with my left hand and slanted my arm across my body.

Of course.

The world never plays out like you want it to.

But, so be it.

I turn around and see the sun's glare bouncing off of the castle walls.

The gleam made me blink.

I went past the gate, and there were already people congregating.

This scene was almost like the times where the royal guards had to congregate for the mission status reports and war fighting assignments.

My brother was assigned a young kid as an apprentice.

Of course we all know who that is.

In fact, being recruited right off the bat from 1 month of military experience really does suck.

The glare of the sun was blinked out by overhead clouds.

I just remembered that you will be affiliated with the military academies until you make your own squad.

By then, you will be affiliated with "commander" Chris.

Oh god.

I wonder who is going to be on the 1st with me?

If I pass I will be drafted immediately to 1st.

Damn it, I will be in a hardcore cannon fodder group and a hardcore legendary everyone destroying group.

Dying is like a commonplace for inexperienced people.

But I am neither a "people", nor inexperienced.

I swore under my breath.

"You piece of shit, Chris.

Are you going to screw with me?

Damn it, only the good kings are named Chris." I chuckled.

I pushed my energy into my sheath, it is now invisible.

"Welcome back everyone." Chris said.

"We are going to assign your uniforms, your dorms, your stuff… um.

We got a surprise guest: Joey Realae, or the guy who invented realitite steel.

Also a great friend of mine."

I thought I was ready for this.

He walked across and stepped to the side of the king.

"Hello everyone.

I am Joseph Realae, or the guy behind realitite steel.

First question: who has used or seen my steel before?" He says.

I raised my hand.

In the mess of people, I was, apparently, the only person that has used or seen his steel before.

I heard him mumble something.

"Well I bet not a lot of you have seen my steel because I only have supplied it to the royal guard.

Those who have seen it in action are probably people that are affiliated with the crown."

Oh no.

Everyone turned and looked at me.

"Dammit, Chris you are so dead." I shouted.

Everyone looked at me like crazy.

"You are not supposed to address the king as Chris, or threaten to kill him!" A person next to me said.

It was just a mess of people.

"Ivan?" Chris asked cheerfully.

"What the hell is wrong with you!!??" I shouted.

The crowd started to murmur.

"Yeah, I know." Chris answered.

I sighed.

In my mind, I was fuming.

The smoke was dancing in my mind, blotting out my logic and thinking.

But as long as I was conscious that this would happen, it would never affect me.

"Anywho… You probably have heard of realitite. The late squad 2 was the first to start using it. But of course the new squad 2 is also using it." Joey continued.

Then I sighed again.

My brother gave me the push daggers, but at least he removed the marks of all his previous kills.

Those blades were amazingly light…

"We did not get them to squad one though.

They are adventuring like hell.

By the time you reach out to them, they will be somewhere in infernum already." He shrugged.

"They are dead.

I am sure that you have heard." Chris said.

Obviously I have heard.

Those people were only the fakes.

We all knew they were not the real deal.

My brother along with all those legendary idiots are dead.

I wish he was still here, but of course what is done, is done.

Sometimes I do feel like he wasn't here.

Funny enough his death wasn't too painful.

He did enough to die.

Chris is an idiot though.

I need to repeat that.

He did plan out to kick me in the gut for using the realitite.

He is less socially competent than Ned.

But, he is definitely more competent at everything else even though you probably don't know what he is getting at.

I shrugged and shagged my shoulders.

I am not sure that I know him that well either.

I wish this could go faster.

He is freaking trying to agro me.

Lost in thought again.

I just stared blankly.

Nope.

He is not trying to agro me.

He knows better.

As soon as he finished all of the important stuff, I excused myself from a big, long ass speech.

I went around town just for fun.

Room 191.

Rules and regulations.

Curfew…you had to agree with your roomie about that.

Crap and garbage.

For the most part, I sat around looking like a homeless person.

Of course I had a liking for the gravel paths.

Dirt sucked when the ground was littered with footprints, dirt, and stuff.

There was no place to sit down without your butt getting dusty.

Strangely, I have been seeing grids of hell a lot.

I closed my eyes.

Something must be triggering my concentration.

Ehh, not a concern…yet.

Of course the grid shows up in my mind again.

Gray and black grid with blue spheres everywhere.

Three blue spheres caught my attention.

Great.

Good.

Awesome.

There were people walking down the road, there across from me was a man I had not seen.

He started walking towards me.

Two other people followed closely behind him.

There was an odd aura about these people.

It was familiar.

Probably the same people stalking me from earlier.

They look like they are townspeople…and they look like the goonies from the boonies in my town.

They looked like death, coming to kill me.

I never said death was bad, but—

These people better not be…

I looked closer.

Red eyes.

Pale skin.

Dark aura.

Nope, I am not going to— like uhh…

"Shit!"

At that moment I realized that I was a target now.

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