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SOMEWHERE. 9:00PM

Victor sighed as he picked a ball out of the basket, balancing it on the gold tee with meticulous care. He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he focused on his target. With a swift, powerful swing, he hit the ball off the tee. It soared through the air, cutting through the darkness before colliding with a sickening thud into the stomach of a bloodied, half-dead man tied to a pole.

The man’s body convulsed upon impact, his head lolling forward as a fresh wave of blood splattered onto his blue checkered shirt, its buttons barely hanging on. He couldn't even scream; the pain was too overwhelming, reducing him to nothing more than a series of gurgling coughs that echoed in the still night air. Blood dribbled down his chin, mixing with the grime and sweat that caked his bruised face.

The night was illuminated only by the pole lights and the silvery glow of the moon. The scene and eerie, shadows stretching long and dark across the field. Besides him, there were only