<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The knife.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "No thank you," you say. "I think I should just go home and rest. We can do this again some other night, ok?"

"Sorry, but I can't let you do that," your friend says, locking the door behind them.

"Stop messing around. I need to get out of here," you say, looking for a way out but coming up empty. They have to be kidding though... right? But if that's the case, why is your heart beating so quickly?

"You're not going anywhere," they say and pull a long kitchen knife out from behind them. The last thing you see is a swift glint of silver flash before your face, and then everything goes dark.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The end**.**

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