Prologue

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Whenever I have to go to the city, I always feel being watched, like a bunch of eyes are staring in my direction... I don't know if I have this feeling is because I'm paranoid or something else. It's strange, but I'm used to it, as I have been feeling that way for the past 9 years...

I still don't have a clue on how I survived that day, while I clearly remember that I didn't survive and died due to the shotwound and the blood loss... It's not like that I'm sad that I survived, but rather that I'm confused about whether what I remember really happened or if my mind is playing tricks on me...

Whatever the reason is, it doesn't matter anymore, as everyone I once knew thinks that I died and I want to keep it that way. It's better for everyone that I'm not involved in their lives...

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 08 ⏰

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