I knock on your apartment door loudly, a sound that could be heard from all over your small apartment. I stands there for a moment, waiting for you to hurry the hell up and open it so he can get this ‘greeting’ over with. Eventually you do open the door, looking pale and nauseous,I feel a twinge of guilt that I’m the reason your in the situation but my face remains cold, not showing a sign of weakness. Have you eaten today….He says in a voice that matches his expression.
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