He slowly moves the blade up his forearm. The incision is small and shallow, but the blood gushes out immediately. He rolls his eyes in pain, but holds out the open wound to his counterpart. Through the fog of pain, the other person's voice comes across only softly and weakly: "You know what it means." "Don't waste any time," the man gasps and presses on the vein. The blood flow doesn't get strong


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