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The tiny room sat quietly in its malicious darkness. The unmistakable aura of foreboding death pierced through every sense like a needle, attacking the body in every way it could. In the block office there was a single dim lamp placed on a rustic oak desk, its surfaces cracked deep from years of use. The bulb only provided enough illumination to reveal the desk itself as well as an office chair behind it, and the man who sat in its uncomforting hold. He sat still, his eyes in a trance as he stared off blankly into the shadows with dull, glazed blue eyes. His arms were crossed over his rapidly beating heart, his clammy hands twitching subconsciously. But there was no fear��the moment had been anticipated long ago, and he had already accepted the event that was soon to come.
Though he was the only one the lamp graced with its luminescence, he was far from alone.
"Your play is unnecessary," he spoke,
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Not a single sound was made as a figure revealed itself from the shadows, only sparing his body to the weak light. The build�� his clothing�� the insignia stitched onto the sleeve of his jacket�� he was unmistakably the one.
"It seems as though time has not taken a toll on the General's senses," the creature of shadows taunted, his low voice chilling the air. "However,
scarpe nike, sharp senses will not save you now."
"Do to me what you will," the General remarked, unfazed by the taunts. "But you should be warned; it is far too late."
A breath of laughter came from the mask of shadow that hid the rest of the man from sight. "I'm afraid your dreams of grandeur are finally coming to an end. There is nothing that you can do to stop it from happening."
The General sighed as he closed his eyes,
Belstaff, leaning back deeper into the cushions of his chair. "You are correct; there is nothing more I can do to stop it��everything I can do has already been done."
A strong metallic click echoed through the sturdy walls of the office room before it was swallowed by the same darkness that would take even life itself.
"Are you not going to fight for your life?" the cretin's words followed quickly after.
"As you have said yourself," the General remained motionless, steadying his breathing as he made the final preparations. "There is nothing more I can do. To defy fate now would be to deem me a coward�� there is no escaping. But make no mistake: It will end."
A brief pause ensued. However, though his eyes were closed, the shadow creature's wicked smile raised every hair on the General's body.
"That is where you are sadly mistaken," came the last words he would ever hear. "It is just the beginning."
The gunshot cracked, piercing eardrums as its explosion echoed around the room. A small grunt followed, then a heavy body falling out of a chair and hitting a floor, blood replacing the words in his mouth.
However, not a sound would be released from the office's protective walls.
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