pain and darkness. A spinning head. Is all you feel after you finally hit the ground, coughing at the dust around you. Only to be fully awake when a three headed hound starts to lick your face in an attempt to wake you. You find yourself in front of Cerberus. A large hound whom senses you are no mortal. If you were, he had killed you already. Little do you know whom Cerberus belongs to.
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