Footsteps sound as a man dashes down a narrow hallway.

" Damnnit! Fuck! Charles!"

*Pants*

" Oh god why..."

The man, middle aged, balding, grabs a door handle.

He tries to pull the door open, but failed to do so.

The door was not locked.

One could see that the lock was disengaged, if you were to look in between the doors.

Yet, it would not give an inch

The man, in his lab coat, with is spectacles, turns around and leans on the door before sliding down onto the ground.

" Before you kill me, at least tell me your name...", the man, now pale, with a face of resignation squeezes out.

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Who? Who was he talking to?

Why, none other than the, black cloak wearing, masked man who killed his colleagues of course.

The masked man, an unknown entity, his face, mask, was but centimeters away from the other partys face.

" Saath."

As the middle aged, balding, lab coat and spectacle wearing man whose pale and resigned face opens his eyes wide open.

Nothing.

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I messed up, this wasnt supposed to be chapter one