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Crowded streets all cleared away, one by one, Hollow heros seperate, as they run, Matthew Williams. You didn't know the man very well, only heard from Alfred that he was a quiet, shy boy who's voice never rose above a whisper. You weren't sure you wanted to know him after what he did. You didn't know what made him snap; perhaps it was a foolish country who asked him who he was? Or maybe he was mistakened for Alfred again? Whatever the case, it was clearly the Canadian's breaking point, because you witnessed him blow Arthur Kirkland's head off with his hockey stick, blood lust shining in his violet eyes. You're so cold, keep your, hand in m

CLANK A metal sound brought you back. You opened your eyes wide and closed them slowly. Your heart beat faster and louder than ever. What made it beat like that? Someone surprised you? No, that’s not it..., you thought. You looked around you. You were in a room, an office to be exact. You knew this room. You had been called here several times. It was your boss’ office. You didn’t remember when and why you were there. You could not remember what happened in a few minutes earlier. You tried to recall but you could not. You stepped forward little by little and your feet bumped to something big. You almost fell but you regaine