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32 hours and 2 minutes until meet.
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After my vision clears up I realise im hanging on the side of the building, only my upper arms latched onto the building.

You may think I wanna pull myself up, right? Wrong... I drop less than a foot, now only hanging on with my hands. As I notice an open window underneath me, I make a plan.

Meaning I once more drop, this time latching onto the edge of the window sill, climbing up on the sill, hoping it won't break under my weight.

I take about 9 steps in a crouched position into the room before I hear a gun being cocked, along with a cold cylinder pressed against the back of my head.

"Hands up." The voice says and I do as im told.

"Good boy, don't do anything dumb. Just do what I say and you won't be hurt, babe" The voice then say and I feel my stomach churn in disgust as I hear him undoing his belt.

I turn my left arm and go straight back with it, smacking him in the face. As I turn my body around with my face, I see the angered expression on the man's face. I quickly grab the gun from him.

"So you're gonna be a bad kitty? How about you take that face mask down? Hmm? Be a good boy." He says, his voice slightly shaking.

I study the gun for a second. It's cheap, either plastic or a cheap substitute for a metal. I decide it won't cost me much and I fling the gun across the room, into a wall, where it basically breaks.

As the man comes to his senses and realise what I just did, im already gone. Unlocking the door, running down the hall, down multiple staircases and I find myself in a parking garage. 

I get a button and key of some sort out, pressing it and getting signaled where my desired car is. The car is genuinely the most common in this part of south korea. I get in and rush away, finding a cheap hotel after about 2 hours of driving. I decide to check in and get some sleep.

I go to my room, pulling a few more items out of my bag. Motion sensors, my phone and earplugs.

I slowly drift into sleep, not caring to check my wrist, where my 'soul clock' is.

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