A razor-sharp projectile rested in her soft grip as she gazed over the scene. There was a crash nearby, and, forgetting what was in her hand, tightened her fist, preparing to throw. The object sliced her palm, drawing copper-red blood. “Dammit,” she growled quietly, cradling her now dripping hand.
She glanced up suddenly in fear, realizing her mistake. Too late. Gasping, she dropped the object and scrambled towards the door, her heart pounding as loud as a drum. Her feet slapped against the cold, hard tiles, and her hair whipped against her thin shoulders. “Just a few more feet,” she...
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