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Queen Twilight Sugar
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I stare silently into the room, trying to make sense of my thoughts and my surroundings. A strange green fire spends a bit of light. I definitively remember dying... And not the vague kind of death either, where you fall off a cliff into a raging river, but the kind where they cut you in half before ripping off your head.
Was that just part of that weird dream? Or did I come back somehow? The room is littered with body parts, broken bones, blood puddles and torture devices. I realy hope nobody brought me back as some kind of makeshift zombie - that'd really screw up my dashing good looks.
As my thoughts keep wandering, I begin to make out some kind of whispering coming from what I thought was a corpse. I can't make out anything more than its vague outlines and I can't hear what the figure is whispering, but it still touches something in my memory. Do I know that person? Is it a fellow prisoner, also trying to escape, a friend trying to save me or even the one responsible for my condition?
The figure whispers again. Somehow I think it adresses me, maybe because I am the only one around. I try to answer with a hearty 'Braaaiinns', but only manage to produce some hoarse coughs. I guess I have lost my voice, but at least there seems to be some sense of humour left in me.
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