He heard a knock at his door and knew immediately something was wrong. They couldn't possibly know where he was, and he left without telling anyone, even the one he wanted to tell the most. He reached up and adjusted his mask and walked toward the front door of his shabby little apartment as the person continued to knock harshly. He reached for the end table by the front door and grabbed his scalpel. Without wasting any more time, he opened the front door quickly and raised his scalpel in his other hand. With his scalpel held to the neck of the person in front of him, he waited. The man held up his hands as a sign of surrender and began to speak. "Hi. You don't know me, but my name is Toby Rodgers, and I need your help.
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