Marked for Death

You wake up a little groggy. Uncertain of your whereabouts or how you got here. Here is a holding cell. Barred doors. Prevent you from going further. Your possessions are gone.

There is the sound of others stirring in the darkness beyond your bars.

From the beyond you here. “WTF? Whereally am i? Hello?”

Now what.

Marked for Death

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