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I just remain squinting with my hands halfway up, the handcuffs preventing me from putting them all the way up. I am shaking uncontrollably. Isn't this a factory? Did I walk in on criminals doing something bad in an abandoned building? I have my eyes closed slightly because the light is too bright and my head is throbbing. Suddenly I hear a familiar voice telling them to lower their weapons. I try to widen my eyes and see who it is but the pain is too extreme and the adrenalin has gone. As the darkness takes me under I giggle at the blonde-haired ladies' man I have come to rely on, Max Stone.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

He took hold of my shoulders, gazing into my eyes with a soothing tone. I stared, my mind blank. "Deep breaths." He suggested, nodding gently for me to follow. I anxiously inhaled a deep breath, exhaling. Then, he surprised me by saying, "Think about...cotton candy." I almost chuckle at his unexpected suggestion. "Cotton candy?" I playfully raised an eyebrow. He shrugged, releasing my shoulders. "Okay. Cotton candy..." I whispered, taking a moment. "Paul, I think we're ready." Justin assured. Mr. Paul nodded, aiming the camera at us. I turned to look at Justin, feeling a sense of anticipation building.

"I'm downstairs, right below your office. Let's die together, and the Goddess will let us be reborn again. I won't make the same mistakes next time, I swear!" I walked to the window and looked down. Sure enough, there was Damien. He was in a wheelchair, but his legs had been fitted with mechanical prosthetics. "You're insane," I said calmly. "I'm not insane! I've never been more clear!" he cackled. "Wait for me. I'm coming up for you right now!" Ten minutes later, my office door was smashed open. Damien stormed in on his mechanical legs, a silver dagger clutched in his hand.

The morning light through the office blind was ugly and honest. The grey tablet woke to a grid I knew. Cameras. Portal. A new red box Harden had labelled MIRROR KILL. He stayed on speaker. “I can torch the relay from here,” he said. “But if I torch it blind I might take your portal down for an hour. Morning payouts are sitting in the queue. Your independence. The thing you hugged me for.” Zane’s eyes flicked to me at the word hugged. I stared at the screen so I would not start that fight again with a hospital and a guest fighter still hanging on the night.