Prologue

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Your POV

There I was. Crawling pathetically under the streetlights at night.

My right leg was very bad, you could almost see the bone.

My hand was leaning on a wall, it was going to be over soon and I would have nothing to lean on. So I put my back against the wall and raised my arm transforming it into a spider leg, long enough to reach the ground.

My flesh was beginning to bury my nails. And while my fingers were disappearing to become a sharp edge my skin began to form more and more gray until it was black.

These things hurt to do, even if you get used to it you can't help but yell in the process.

I kept limping aimlessly using my hand as a cane.

This is probably my end, everyone is asleep right now and no one would help something like me.

My vision was getting more and more blurred. I wanted to endure more to die in a dark alley, away from the world, but I guess it can't be.

I took a few more steps until I finally fell and everything turned to darkness.

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