You heard it. The screams. The sound of blood splashing the ground. Then—footsteps. You recoil. Your chains rattle. A crack of light filters through your blindfold. Boots stop just in front of you. Then—: "Levi. There’s someone." You press your back to the cold stone, breath held. Waiting.
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