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I blinked as I regained consciousness. Had I hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand...

The room was still spinning as my sight drifted more and more to my center. I gazed down at the knife, perplexed.

"What the fuck?" I whispered to myself, expecting a reply. "Who's blood is this?"

I quickly check myself for wounds or lacerations. I found nothing...

"Johnathan." A feminine voice echoed in the hall like tthe enthralling song of a siren at the foot of an ever expansive sea. "There you...