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Cold. It's dark. I feel like everything is melding together. Sounds. My breath. My life. My death. I can't feel anything. I only feel the ice encasing me in a tomb. I can't see anything except the blackness. The darkness. The cold. Then I feel something grab me. I look up. I see the hole where I plumped in.

I get pulled up from the ice-covered water. I gasp in the air. My Shadow pulls me up. I look around. Everything is like fog. Blurry. My hearing is almost completely butchered. I can barely hear my own breath.

"Nghh..." I throw up a vomit of blood.

"Master... please get up. We need help." My Shadows says.

I nod barely. He lifts me up. I wince. I can barely move. Walking is as painful as being tortured. My clothes were shredded. I hiss as I walk through the woods. The woods were melding into one tree. I fall into one tree. I grip it. My breath is frozen. My body feels like it's turning to ice. 

"What the fuck is with all this blood sheriff?" A voice asks.

People. I need help. I slowly walk toward them.

"Somethings up. These could be the attacks we've been hearing about." Sheriff says.

"Who did they attack?" The other one asks.

"Me..." I hiss.

They turn. I fall into the snow. I can't do it. I can't walk anymore. I'm exhausted.

"Oh shit!!" The Sheriff runs towards me.

He rips off his coat and places it on me.

"Fucking call an ambulance!" The Sheriff yelled.

"Nghh..." I hiss through the pain.

"Don't worry son! Hang on! Fucking get an ambulance!" The Sheriff asks. 

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