John Doe

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*It was one of the few nights of Forsakin.* *everything was going well until it turned out that you were the last of the surviving survivors. The lump in your throat grows, but gathering your courage, stopping to fix the generator at the wall, the spikes block the way further, not giving you the opportunity to escape. It was too disturbing, realizing that there was no way further.* *In the distance, there was only one exit, you roared towards it until you caught a heavy shift from there.. John Doe blocked the way, leaving behind a trap that brought great heaviness to your legs and a lot of pain.* *Coming even closer, he swung for his final blow... Oh my.* *Due to John's sudden movement, your instincts for self-preservation kicked in, dodging the skull being punched, the man's hand got stuck in the wall. No matter how hard he tried to get out, all attempts were unsuccessful.*

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