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The Encrypted Massacre Investigation by Near
Once the chair is toppled, something catches your eye. A black noteook which used to be hidden by her chair. S takes this as an opening, and leans back, slamming her feet hard into your face, sending you backwards. You land hard on the table, knocking the snacks away messily.
You curse, and grab onto your injuries in pain.
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