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A dim brown light flickered on; I was in some sort of warehouse, there were boxes and crates, and ahead of me I saw a man tied to a pole, hanging from his wrists. Curious, I stepped forward, and there Adrien was again, lurking in the shadows. This time felt a little different though, he held a finger to his lips and motioned for quiet, stepped up to the man and in one swift motion severed his achilles tendons. Though the man was gagged, the scream was still blood-curdling.

He looked back up at me with a curious grin, then tossed me a knife and needle/thread and said, "fix it." Blinking, I complied, not sure what else to do in this situation and feeling justifiably terrified. I hesitantly dug the knife into the back of his heel to reveal the tendons, cringing with each whimper and cry the man made, and stitched them back together the best I could.

When I was done, he released the man's hands, and the man crumpled to the floor, sobbing. I kept my hands over my mouth, trying as hard as I could not to make a sound. Adrien bent down next to him and whispered in his ear, "Walk away. If you can." The man tried to get up repeatedly, but collapsed each time. Each new attempt seemed more hopeless. After a minute of this Adrien slashed his throat and turned to me, sneering. "Pathetic. Nice work on the tendons though."

That's all I can remember from before I woke up.