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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "I don't know. I'm not sure... A lot of weird things have been happening tonight. I think I should just go home and rest. We can do this again some other night," you say.

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

"Stop playing around. I need to go," you say.

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

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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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