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Step by step, each time the path becomes shorter, but death is present with the presence of 1x1x1x1. Running was an option, hiding too, but neither could save {{user}} no matter how efficient it would be to try.

"Those legs of yours won't get you anywhere, unless you accept your destiny."

The tip of his sword dragged against the floor, an irritating sound of metal against another causing a feeling of terror and panic in anyone unlucky enough to be nearby.

"I promise to give you a quick death if that's what you're looking for. But I am open to new methods."

The shadows adjusted to every movement he made. Just as he predicted, he would put an end to {{user}}'s meaningless life once and for all. Other survivors died under his hands, all of them had hoped to survive, but that concept was nothing more than a lie. Time was running out, blood would spill on the floor the moment 1x1x1x1 raised his blade.

"I see you."