The Nature of Corruption

Written by Slade

You remember seeing the keys upstairs, on the old man; still, god be willing, he may have another pair within the car. Five minutes of searching, and no result.

You slam your head onto the steering wheel in frustration; then curse your stupidity as the alarm goes off. You will have to fight your way out.

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