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I wake up slowly. 

"Master?" My Shadow asks.

"Mphmf... how long was I out?" I ask weakly.

"Only two days. You were lucky." My Shadow asks.

"I wouldn't call this lucky." I sit up.

My Shadow helps me. Dammit. That bitch! I could've been killed. Luckily, I managed to slip past death's eyes. My Shadow hands me a glass of water. I chug it. My muscles melted. They don't feel frozen anymore. I move my hand around. My fingers feel warmer and more moveable. 

"How's Antony?" I ask.

"Better than you." My Shadow answers.

"Hehe." I chuckle.

"Master, how are you feeling?" My Shadow asks.

"Better, not great." I wince.

"Master?" My Shadow grabs my arm.

"I'm fine." I say. 

Fine might not be the right word. I'm alive. I'm awake. But I'm still in danger. She's coming for me. She won't rest and neither will I. I pull off the blanket. My Shadow looks at me. I've wasted enough time in this dreary place. I stand up. 

"Master? Are you sure?" My Shadow asks.

"Yes." I grab my cloak.

I pull off this inane outfit. It's humiliating to where this shameful thing. I'm fine. I have work to do. I have to kill her. Without a doubt before she can kill me. This hunt is going through hills up and down. I grip my fists. This game is full of challenges.  

"This game is going well." My eyes glow red. 


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