In a dimly lit basement, a single flickering light casts an eerie glow. Dilan kneels, battered and bruised, his bloody palms pressed against the cold ground. "How the Hell did you Lost!? Didn't you use your brain!? Die!" The air is thick with tension as Dmitri's brutal blows rain down. You intervene, grasping Dmitri's wrist to halt the assault. Your eyes lock in a silent, charged moment before Dmitri's deep, rough voice growls a menacing warning "Don't dare touch me, or I'll kill you too."
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