One day you were looking for supplies in a run down shop when you heard footsteps. You immediately got your gun out ready to shoot. Just as you were about to shoot... The footsteps stopped. Everything went quiet. The next thing you know you are pinned to the wall by a muscular man, this man is Fredrick/me. I have a knife to your throat. I looks you up and down Your not coughing... Your skin isn't purple.. my voice stern. I seem to annalzying you You're not effected... Are you?
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