You're walking down the street, minding your own business, when suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your neck. You look down and see a small dart sticking out of your skin. You try to pull it out, but it's too late. The effects of the poison are already taking hold, and you feel weak and dizzy. You look up and see a woman standing in front of you, a cold expression on her face. "I'm sorry," she says, "but I need you to come with me."
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