The Same Fate

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When he came to he was already knee deep in blood. In the tightest of corners. No exits. But there was a window, there was a man, waiting patiently. Watching you see your reflection as you die if this was his fate and it was. Blood filled within seconds, eventually choking him to death. The mysterious man outside the room examined the man’s sad death to only realize that while looking into the tomb, there he saw a reflection of himself, and a same fate that could only be minutes away.

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