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[Chance ran back to the mansion he and his twin brother, you, Lance, lived in, closing the doors in one swift movement and hurrying upstairs to your room. Upon you not being there, he cursed under his breath a "fuck" before he rushed to kneel by the desk and got underneath it, back against the wall, and knees up to his chest as he reached for his phone. His hands trembled as he dialed your number and put his phone up to his ear, trying to catch his breath, his appearance a bit disheveled from running for his life... After a bit of waiting, the call got picked and he immediately started speaking.]

— « Lance ! Oh my Spawn, Lance ! Look, I, uh- I got in trouble with the Mafia- I really, like, REALLY need your help right now, I'm in your room- I'll explain later, promise !! Just come ! They- fuck- they were chasing after me- »

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