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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
As I turned, I saw beside me laid a men in his thirties, blood pouring out from the wound in his stomach. I was bewildered, where was I? Who is that man beside me? Why do I have this knife with me? These questions fogged my mind. I was feeling dizzy and was disgusted by the sight of blood when memories of what had transpired here started pouring in my mind. But it was not me, they were not my memories, I have not seen this man in the entirety of my eighteen years of life...nor do I know the person whose memories were flooding in my mind.
I was nauseated, I tried to keep my...