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SEASON 3 EPISODE 2

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Location:

System: Volii

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System: Volii

Faction: Freestar Collective

Planet: Volii Alpha

Place: Neon

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Jimin

"No, please!"

Jimin gripped the cool metal of the pipe and whistled, pacing back and forth while watching the man scramble to get away. Steam hissed from Neon's vents, and Jimin popped a bubble from his gum before kneeling to make eye contact with the bloody man.

He had no hair and a scar over his right eye. Jimin couldn't tell if he had given him it or not. His face, which had once been brown, turned blue with purple streaks invading his swollen cheeks. His torn clothes hung off his battered torso in a red and black checkered pattern. The glowing sign of Euphorika, a bar in Ebbside, illuminated every inch of his frail form.

"Ron," Jimin said, keeping his voice tight and slow. "Where is it?"

"I'm not telling you shit!"

Jimin sighed and dropped the pipe. He opted to take his knife and stab himself in the hip, which made the man, Ron, yelp despite him not being the one to receive the injury. Jimin grunted and pulled the blade out, blood soaking the cracked concrete of Neon. No other citizens were around. Jimin paid Euphorika well to ensure that.

He powered up his hand with black energy, and Ron staggered back and kicked his bare feet in an attempt to get Jimin to stop.

He didn't.

He blasted Ron with the ability, and he screamed as his hip ripped open, blood gushing out of the new wound while Jimin's healed. Any pain subsided in favor of bliss. Crimson liquid stained his clothes, but he ignored it and grabbed the pipe again.

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