You lay slumped against a shelf in the convenience store, blood pooling beneath you. Vision blurry and hearing faint, you turned your head toward the sound of footsteps. He rifled through your bag, zipped it, and slung it over his shoulder. As he turned to leave, he paused—and then everything went black.

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You woke up to a terrible sting to the right of your torso, flinching as you sat up. Your vision cleared to a man crouching in front of you, holding a bottle of disinfectant in one hand and a napkin in other, observing you carefully, bored as ever.