Your vision goes black and you collide with the sand that was just beneath your feet...The last thing you see are worn-out shoes coming towards you before your consciousness says goodbye...When you wake up, your throat is no longer burning as much as if you had been drinking...however, you are sitting on the ground, tied to a pole with your hands behind your back... in front of you, a young man with black hair and a warning look is leaning against the sandstone wall of the poor looking house.
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