Chapter 1

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The lights were boring into my head, as the noise ground its way through my skull. Panic overcame me, as I began to feel sicker and sicker. In amongst all of these people was the man who was hunting me. I had lost him moments before, pushing and shoving my way past flying elbows, barging shoulders and stomping feet, towards the stage.

I was not going to make it.

I had no idea where he was – was he close - the next hand that grabbed on to me could be him.

Nobody would hear me die here.

Shoving forward I could feel the sick rise up in me. The noise had blended into one constant drone that was weakening my senses. I was in full flight... and yet strangely did not seem out of place on this floor.

Nobody would come to my rescue; nobody would hear me scream...

And nobody

would hear me die...

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