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“I don’t care how busy you are, Ruadhán! Make time! This isn't a request. It’s an order!” I throw my phone on the half-broken table after that. Ruadhán is a hunter I have working for me. Three years ago, when I still partied and drowned my sorrows in booze, a group of hunters ambushed me in the parking lot of a club I used to go to.
I had no self-control back then and almost exposed myself on several occasions. I don’t remember, but I must have done something to make them suspicious of me. I fought them and killed them, but one, their leader, got away. It was a gruesome sight and it shook the entire city. I kept waiting for the police to knock on my door, but they never came. It didn’t provide me with any relief, though. I couldn't sleep, think, or rest.
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