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Chapter 6: The Hero rekt the punks
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As he was passing through narrow passages between walls, trunks and twigs scratched at him. Because of this, his arms and legs were grazed.
Nevertheless, he couldn’t afford to care for such trivialities.
The small wounds on his body were deemed trivial. His fear had flattened his reasoning a long time ago.
His instincts told him that if he didn’t want to be murdered, he had to keep running.
(Shit… This is bad, THIS IS BAD, SHIEEEET!!)
Running ou ...
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