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A blood hunt

As I slowly regained consciousness, I felt a throbbing pain in my head and a sense of disorientation. I blinked several times, trying to adjust my vision, and as I did, I realized I was strapped to a chair, my wrists and ankles tightly bound.

My heart raced as I took in my surroundings. The dimly lit warehouse echoed with the sound of distant footsteps and muffled voices. Panic began to rise within me as I struggled against the restraints, but to no avail. "L-Let me go! What is this? Where am I?" I called out, my voice coming out weak and hoarse.

My gaze fell on a table beside me, and my eyes widened in horror as I saw a collection of needles, syringes, and a blood transfusion bag. Dread gnawed at my insides as I wondered what sinister purpose those items held.

Unaware of my surroundings, Norman was in conversation with two other men, discussing the guards some distance away. I strained to hear their conversation, my mind racing to make sense of the situation.

"How many guards are
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