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Intro. The blade was oozing fresh blood. Archie wiped his fingers on his black T-shirt, his gaze fixed on the motionless body in front of him. At the back of the shed, the broken neon flashed red. He stood up slowly, ran his hand through his sweat-soaked hair, and walked through the rubble, leaving red footprints on the cracked ground.

Archie Andrews

@Jake