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I know it's way late, but don't let it be said I skimped on anything.
Hugsies, sir. Hugsies.
The light fixture, or what of it was left, was covered in caked on dust and grime. My fingers rested nervously on the door handle, and I leaned my ear to the wood. I don't know who they were, or why they found me, but I haven't been able to evade them since. The footsteps followed me everywhere.
This apartment building had been abandoned, and though the electricity still seemed to work, I didn't want to turn on the light and give away my position. The light was swinging, making the barest noise, and I prayed they wouldn't hear me.
I heard them a fraction of a second before the knob turned under my grip, and I spilled to the floor as the door pushed me over. I curled up in what I could only pray was a defensive enough position, and the man on the other side stared at me expressionlessly. His eyes were concealed by sunglasses, and he was extending a slip of paper.
I stood up, dusting myself off, and peered at the man curiously. He said nothing, but continued to hold the paper out to me. I took it from him, and read it. All it said was
Hug. - Management
The suit spoke for the first time. "Deliver to DeadnoughtDK."
I stammered a bit, "W-why?"
"What if I don't?"
The faintest ghost of a smile passed his lips as he turned and walked away. That smile said more than I think he was capable, and I moved to deliver the message.
One does not cross Management.
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