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You insisted that you two must use the front door- like normal people.

Atlas slowly turned the doorknob and as he gently pushed the door open. A rusty cleaver swung towards him, he immediately ducked. But, you? You weren’t lucky enough. The rusty edge of the cleaver bore deep in your forehead, almost slicing your head in half.

THE END

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