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You stepped on a piece of wood embedded with rusty nails. You screamed in agony as you landed on the floor with a loud thud. Crawling your way to Lucian’s bedroom while the trap was still attached to your feet, your hand accidentally touched a trigger that sent a sharp blade falling down to your neck, cutting your head from your torso.

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Have you forgotten that Lone man’s mother places numerous traps inside the house?

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