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- This night is quiet for what feels like forever, before another scream breaks the silence.
- Tristepin, this time. Found in a large room, alone. He's found under a catwalk. His blade is kicked to the side, far out of his reach. A slash wound in his shoulder, deep enough to have been the reason he didn't fight back. A deep stab would is in his chest, tearing out to the left side. He's curled up, hand over his chest wound.
- He tried to defend himself. What happened...?
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