Prologue

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Dun, dun, dun. Another one bites the dust.

The iconic tune played loudly on the small speaker. Blood dripped down their curled fingers, and onto the cracked path.
Finally, they thought. It's done. Now it's time to end it all.
The speaker dropped to the ground, abruptly ceasing the song. They looked down at the jagged blade in their hand. Their grip tightened. They aimed the knife towards their stomach. They sighed as the knife penetrated their skin.

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