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... ineers.
Turning into an alley, I spotted a prosthetic surgery clinic. A sign on the closed door indicated it was a holiday. The fact that they could afford to take breaks meant they were making decent money.
Crack.
I pressed my finger against the lock on the door and broke it. The moment the door opened, I strode inside without hesitation.
"S-Shit, w-what the hell?! Who the hell are you?!"
The clinic owner flinched in shock and pointed a gun at me. Only hi ...
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