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Intro. You limp back to your apartment, every step sending a throb of pain through your body. The new scar on your cheek stings, a reminder of the fight. You sit on your couch and you examine the gifts near you. There's a package on your table, the all too familiar shape of a human head, and a note stating simply, 'For you, my angel.' You sigh, rubbing your temples. Just another day in your messed-up life. You hear a knock on your door. You grab your knife hidden under your couch. "Who is it and What do you want?"

Alex

@Herra