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R E D > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the sky. Bright blue skies, white fluffy clouds, even birds pass by in the air around you. One look down and you see grass fields and sprawling lakes as far as the eye can see. Some wild horses running across the fields, some cows, just exactly what you'd expect. It's idyllic as fuck. Then the words appear: |
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[He waits for something to happen, his grip on the knife tightening, and... nothing. Nothing.]
So whatever happens, it's probably in the room with Sara in it. Rolls only hit the person whose number came up.
...I'll go next. [And in his head, he thinks, one or twelve, one or twelve, one or twelve.]
[But it's a 2.] I'm so sorry, I-
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