This Story of Mine

This Story of Mine

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I woke up. Hanging upside down with a lot of scars right after I open my eyes. I managed to get out from the car after I broke the front window's glass with my leg. I stood up, and I fell down to my knees. Though I got the drive, I still need to deliver it to the South Hunters representative. I start to walk, slowly, progressively, painfully, hopelessly by the side of the river. Hell, I haven't reached the nearest town yet, but it feels like I've walked a mile. Aaron Callahad, the dauntless young man with no skills, must learn to play the corrupt contractor's game in order to free the ropes his dad have been tied with. Not only I need to assassinate and escape, I need the wits and courage to plan my next move, taking down the Triads and Mafias.
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I suddenly wake up from the nightmare. I rub the haziness out of my eyes and grab the bottle of whiskey sitting next to my bed. I take a big swig and stand up. My room is dusty and as rundown as you get. It's 1881, I am 16, a drunk and couldn't stay away from trouble if my life depended on it, which it does, and I am also wasting away in some rundown room a saloon owner lets me stay in. I grab my clothes and change quickly then put my pistols in my holsters. I open the door slowly and begin walking downstairs towards the chaos the wild west has to offer. The saloon was packed, it was filled with older men who have nothing better to do rather than drink and waitresses who had no self respect and would flirt just for a little extra money. I walk down the stairs and sit at one of the bars, although I am 16 and probably shouldn't have a drinking problem, I do. What can I say? I have daddy issues. Destiny is my worst enemy, and its guiding me down a dark path. For a girl who cant die, I get in a lot of bad situations.

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