I’m walking home late at night, alone.
My cook is trying to poison me.
Typical dinner with family friends.
The unconscious man is tied to a chair.
I stand on the edge of the bridge
“This isn’t working anymore.”
He promises his dying wife that he will bring their daughter back home.
There’s a knock on my office door followed by…
“There’s someone there!”
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