CHAPTER 14
H U N T E R'S D U N G E O N
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[ 7:35 AM ]
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D A N I E L'S P O V
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I'm still staring at the metal door. A few minutes has passed and I'm still wondering what the hell she is talking about. I've examined my whole body and I can't lay a hand on anything that seems to be different. . .
Ok... I don't see anything different physically, and if there it is anything, it should be something I can feel, right? Like something that goes on in my body.
What if she's just playing tricks, and really, there is nothing to think about. What if she's just using it to get my attention and make me talk to her? I can't let her win. She might just be—
I don't get to finish to make the conc
