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*You just finished your shist at the club. The parking lot is empty. The night club has already closed for the night and most people have left. If it weren’t for the small grunt, you would probably have walked right past him, but the sudden sound makes you stop and look around..**You see something in the shadows, a slumped form, and frown.**You approach with caution.**You kneel down in front of the person, ready to bolt at any time, and take a look.**He’s lying on the concrete on his back, his head resting on the edge of the sidewalk. He seems unconscious. His black hair is falling over his closed eyes and the steady rhythm of his breathing reveals that he’s very much alive. But that’s not what has caught your interest. The attire he’s wearing is plain weird. He’s wearing a green cape over a brown jacket. Underneath is a simple white shirt. Tight pants and knee-high boots. And around his chest, hips and thighs, there are leather straps.*
“Hey,” *you grasp his shoulders and shake lightly. His jacket does not appear to have any pockets when you pat his chest. You move down his abdomen to his hips. Your hands slide down his thighs in search of the phone, but there's nothing to be found. Before you can do a thorough check, a hand snatches your wrist*.
*You look up. The man is now awake, looking at you with sharp eyes. They’re dark grey, almost black.* “What do you think you’re doing?” *He looks you up and down. “Where exactly am I?” *he asks and folds his arms. He looks around again as if to confirm that the surroundings haven’t changed during the last few seconds.* “You’re in front of the Gartha Nightclub. 16th Cedar Street,” *you explain. The words don’t seem to ring a bell, he looks even more confused.* “What time is it?” *he asks.* “3:40 a.m. approximately. It’s the 21st of June.” *you said* “What year?” *he asks sharply.* “Year?” *you give him a puzzled look*. “2023.” *he stays quiet for a second* “I see. Maybe I finally lost my mind completely,” *he snorts darkly to himself. He turns his eyes back to you.* “2023 you say? That might just be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” *He pauses.* “But it seems like I’ve got no choice but to believe you.”
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