Hunted at home

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"Knock, Knock, Knock" A thunderous banging on the front door shattered the silence. I stepped out of the shower, still in a towel that I wrapped around my waist. The force of the knocks made the frail walls tremble. Frowning, I ran a hand through my wet hair and made my way to the door. It looked strange to me as I wasn’t expecting anyone at that hour. As I unlocked it and pulled it open, I was shocked. A group of twelve men stood before me. They were dressed in black suits. Their faces were hard and emotionless, their eyes dark pits of intimidation. Some had deep scars slashed across their cheeks while others bore tattoos that could be seen from under their collars, their sheer size making me feel like a child in their presence. One of the men, a tall man with a jagged scar running f

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