Why'd you go downstairs...
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"I told you not to go downstairs. It's not my fault I have to do this I warned you. Now, you're here forever" with that it went black and I went unconscious. I open my eyes to again, darkness my body is numb and I can't find anything to protect my self with. Here's where I die and I just have to accept it
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