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Chapter 1: lumutness
There was no indication that everything would go to hell that day. But then again, to ever consider a smooth execution of the plan was a jinx in itself. Their roles are reversed now. The hunter became the hunted and the prey became the predator. Then again, the line was already too blurry since the beginning, wasn't it?
He took a ragged breath as his body slammed onto the pavement, hard.
He used that as the opportunity to twist his body forward and wrestle the only weapon he could reach from his enemy—
"Don't. Move."
Rye shows no mercy, but Scotch was not an opponent he can underestimate either.
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