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The smell of blood grips my nose as I watch the lifeless body of the man in front of me. He is Vodka, a man in his forties, and his face is barely recognizable now.

For twelve hours straight, Leon and I took turns interrogating him. We got out as much as we could before Leon finished him off in the end. He’s tied to a chair inside one of our dungeons. There’s a clear claw mark on his neck and a pool of blood has formed around his body.

“So, what do ...