The Nature of Corruption

Written by Slade

He runs into the basement, pistol in his hand, aiming at every shadow, afraid, and rightly so, that you are lurking nearby.

You catch him unawares. A sharp kick to the stomach has him double over and drop the weapon; you then hit him over the forehead with the hilt of your shotgun. They will find him, but by then, hopefully, you will be long gone.

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