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Chapter 13: Hands Above the Head
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“There was no sugma in the hair sectio—”
Darryl opens his door to the sight of his Godfather slumped down on the floor, unmoving. Katcha is leaning on a wall with a wet towel draped over her - uniform all ruined by a shade of red splashed unto her in irregular spaces. Goldie stood above them all, picking up the pieces of broken wood that were once a coffee table. The living room furniture is toppled except for the couch. A piece of cloth drenched in red liquid is discarded in one corner. The smell of iron fills the air, making the young man feel nostalgic despite knowing that this is always a bad sign unless the smell came from an enemy.
In a haste, He drops his plastic bags and kneels beside Leonardo, turning him over so he could check his pulse. He lets out a sigh of relief as he feels a delicate throbbing under the skin of his neck.
"What happened?” He shakily asks as he looks at Katcha. She blinks back at him a few times, a distant look glazin
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