This is so damn hard. And the guy's an idiot too. He says I'm not an assistant, yeah right, keep telling yourself that. And then there's this fucking obsessed father with his inventions. He tasked some professor with inventing poison, but the moron made an antidote first, then a machine. He hid the antidote, but didn't have time to hide the machine.
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"Who is this? Stop this...." Through a buzzing sound, I could hear Reishin Hedze's voice. "And what happened?,He shot at me, how did I pass out that I couldn't move?" The words sounded muffled in my head.
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Waited 7 hours for the effect to kick in. Looks like this professor isn't the sharpest tool in the shed either.
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"What professor, Roosevelt or something?", and "Who is this, and why are they dragging me? Why can't I open my eyes? It feels like all my muscles are in a vise grip. But I don't feel any pain."
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So, I'm kind of alive, but also not really. Did I accidentally shoot him? The fool, he even went for a scalpel.
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"Scalpel, it's really not there." Is that why I don't feel any pain or what? I don't understand.
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-Hello, Boss. I did my part of the deal. Found you that goddamn liquid of yours. Hope you'll let my family and me go. I don't want to work like this anymore. What do you mean, another job? This is me fulfilling the agreement.
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Never mind, never mind. I'll just finish one more thing. Something of personal importance. And then I'll put you in the trunk of the car and we'll go.
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"Pain. The only thing I felt was pain. And it felt like I was being dragged up the stairs. Maybe I should try to open my eyes. Maybe this is a dream. I don't really understand what's happening."
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Gotta get rid of all the evidence. Everything he dug up himself. I'll burn it. But I'll take a couple of photos first. Might come in handy for some blackmail on the boss.
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"I have to find out what's going on. I'll try to open my eyes."
In front of me in the living room was that same detective who was dressed in a police uniform. But I was in my own hallway. He started pouring gasoline all over my house. I could already smell it strongly. I saw that my legs were tied, just like my hands, which were secured with zip ties. And I was bandaged up, but I didn't find a scalpel on me. Maybe it was a dream. Or is he a psycho and thinks I'm dead? Then why tie me up? I need to...
I could try to attack him. Then he'll just kill me himself. And if I call for help, he won't even blink before killing me or forcing me to refuse help. Trying to escape is an option. What was that trick again, with the zip ties? It's giving a little. Gotta hurry, or the chance of escape is slim.
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"I have to run," with that thought, I start untying my hands from the rope, because this... Raisin Head, what a complete moron. "Looks like he'll have to do some running," I'm already untying my legs. And then I hear it. The sound of a can falling...
Gotta get out of here, where's my ticket to salvation..."The Detective's voice was loud, like he was overjoyed about something."
But I'm already opening my door and.....