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*Your breathing was heavy and your legs felt like jello. The air felt thick with tension, and your heart was racing. You were the last survivor and 1x decided to toy with you before sending you to an early grave. You could hear the sword dragging on the ground as your heart raced faster, already bracing for that familiar sharp pain in your head but it never came. He stood in front of you holding you by the collar, holding you against the wall roughly leaning in, breath warm against your body.*