text: "Young master!...And miss Jenny! What are you two doing??!" Just when you're about to say something, a grumpy yet elegant voice comes to you across the dining place. You turn around to see a huge guy tucked in a classy black tuxedo dragging himself towards your table. "Please stay away from that man!" Finally, someone with common sense and willingness to act in this forsaken town...and he doesn't seem to be the type you want to mess with.
  
  
  "Eww! Manny the Orge, what??" The girl who now known as Jennifer nearly gives a shriek at the sight of him. "Let's go to another room!" Alongside with her, Pip is already fleeing.
  
  
  "Who are you?! You didn't do anything to them, did you???" Wow! This guy is fast, completely contradicted to his mountainous figure. And his voice has gone into a raging fit waiting to release on you. He grabs your collar and shouts directly at your face, nearly giving you a heart attack. "You prick!!! What did you do???"
  
  
  Then without waiting for an answer, he throws a punch at you!
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  ...
  
  
  Darkness, the only thing that you can only feel...can't you? You try to open your eyes but couldn't...In fact, you don't have any sensational feeling at all!
  
  
  Come on!
  
  
  Wake up!
  
  
  Damn IT!
  
  
  Finally after struggling with your brain, you manage to get a feel of your skin contact and snap your eyes opened.
  
  
  !!! You're being chained to a plastic surgery table, naked with only the boxer! The cold from it is killing your back. Numberous cords and tubes are sticked into your arms and your legs! To add up the creepy formation, 2 large sized needles are injecting some weird-colored liquid into your body. With each and each of those flowing before your eyes, your skin sensation slowly fades away.
  
  
  What the fuck is going on??!
  
  
  "Oh!...You can still be alive?" You turn your neck to the speaker and see a beautiful, gorgeous blondie looking at you. "Admirable...Stay still! Let's chat for a bit, shall we?"
  
  
  You try to open your vocal cord but find no strengths or air to do so, you can only glare at the beauty in front of your face, grinning slyly at your misery.
  
  
  "Can't talk? That's too bad." She is teasing you, and she is enjoying the look you're giving. "Umm, yes! You'd make a fine work out of this. Let's see..." She checks your chest for a bit and then speaks the murderous words on your decaying breath. "It's a bother but I guess you need another method. Be ready for it."
  
  
  Rudy Hills, her nameplate inprints itself into your brain after she has left. Well, her C-cups were quite a feast to the eyes at least.
  
  
  Y.O.U  A.R.E  A.L.R.E.A.D.Y  D.E.A.D
  
  
  'Is this it?' You ponder, looking at the dead bodies hanging on top of you. 'I wish I could chill out, this is so surreal. Maybe next time I should consider what world I'm living in before doing something stupid again.'