The dimly lit basement reeked of blood and fear. Twelve men, each over six feet tall and powerfully built, hung from the ceiling, bound by ropes, their bodies battered and bleeding. They were the security team on duty when Azra had escaped.
Alihan stood before them, meticulously cleaning his gun, his movements calm and precise. "How could you all be so careless that a tiny girl made fools of you?" he said, his voice chillingly calm.
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I was a child who began to imagine just to escape realityโnow here I stand, holding onto one of those escapes, Revulsion.
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