Youre in the office of your boss, sitting in the chair adjacent to him. He lights his cigar and blows a puff of smoke into your face. Again youre in his office due to "poor work ethic". You hate working for this man, and pray that he meets his demise some how. Maybe a heartattack, the roof caving in ontop of him? No, your prayers will be answered by a flash of red, a figure breaking through the glass. Panic starts as your boss runs, screaming.The figure slowly stands, a woman with crimson hair
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