The stench of blood mixed with the damp air pierced his senses, arriving long before his consciousness had fully returned.Hendra groaned softly, feeling the coldness of the damp concrete floor sting the skin of his back. He lay helplessly in a narrow alley flanked by dirty walls covered in moss. Above him, water dripped slowly from a leaking iron pipe, falling into a pool of blackened water. Each drop seemed to count down the remaining time he had left.Hendra lay there, his breath ragged and burning in his chest. His body was covered in bruises and cuts. Dried blood stained his temple, while fresh blood still trickled from the corner of his lips. Hendra squeezed his eyes shut. He had already lost count of the hours, or perhaps days, of how long he had endured in that cursed place.There was one thing he was certain of in his mind, no one would come to save him. People from the fringes like him were born only to be forgotten.However, the silence of the alley suddenly vanished. Foots
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