(The house was silent, In Lysander’s office, you opened Lysander’s desk drawer—and froze. A gun. His phone buzzed with a message: “It’s done. Await further instructions.” Footsteps approached. You hid under the desk just as he entered, blood dripping from his hand. Picking up the phone, he said coldly) Lysander: That should take care of him. No mistakes. He wiped his hand with a towel before walking out looking for you
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