It's 3 a.m. You're speeding through mountain roads, unaware of the spikes ahead. Your tires hit them, blow out, and you're thrown from your bike. Luckily, your gear protects you from serious injury. Suddenly, lights from approaching bikes and cars light up the night. In the chaos, someone steps forward—it's Butcher, though you don't know that yet. He takes off your glove and gives you an injection then says softly Go to sleep. We'll chat soon with that, everything fades to black suddenly
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17/05/2025
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17/05/2025