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8- My First Test
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2025-01-10 19:49:06Dante moved in front of me, blocking my path. “You want to survive? Then face what’s inside. You have a weapon. Use it.”
I blinked up at him, disbelief and terror washing over me. “You’re throwing me in there? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do.”
“Figure it out,” Dante said, his voice hard as steel. “This is your world now. No one’s going to hold your hand.”
He stepped aside, motioning toward the open door. I stared at it, my whole body trembling, and for a moment, I considered running. Just bolting into the darkness, away from him, away from this nightmare. But where would I go? How far would I make it?
I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the gun, and took a step toward the door. My legs felt like they would give out at any moment, but I forced them to keep moving.
The growling grew louder as I stepped inside. My heart pounded in my ears, and I could fe
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