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Rain Doesn't Wash Away Blood - A Slice of Heaven on Earth
The morning was cold and bleak, with gray clouds blanketing the sky as if suffocating the sun. Irina walked cautiously through a dark alley, her footsteps slow and hesitant. The city was eerily still, save for the relentless rain pounding against the pavement, as though it mourned alongside her, trying to wash away the sins of the night before.
She had no clear plan. The map she had found in her apartment haunted her thoughts, but one question refused to leave her mind:
"Why me? Why does everyone either want to kill me or save me? Am I just a pawn in a game far bigger than myself?"
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She passed by a shattered glass window and caught her reflection. It looked unfamiliar. Her face was pale, dark circles shadowed her eyes as if sleep had abandoned her long ago. Her rain-soaked hair clung to her skin, and for a moment, she felt like a stranger to herself.
Irina (thinking): "Who is this woman? Is this still me, or have I become someone else entirely?"
- But before she could make a choice, she felt the cold steel of a gun barrel press against her forehead.
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