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You were cornered, two strong guards came by to see the commotion. They were rather shocked to see ten of their men unconscious and splayed on the floors of the empty part of the club. Your cover has been blown, they You werenโ€™t tired yet, you have to knock these guys out to fulfill your mission. But you have no space to run or hide, you can feel they werenโ€™t normal guards. You instantly knew The Doctor was responsible for these superhuman drugs he gave to the guards. A man with ginger hair passed by the two guards as he approached you. You already knew by his hair and how his lifeless, blue eyes looked at you. He had a cigarette between his fingers as he looked down on your guarded figure. Childe, alias, Tartaglia, 11th of The Fatui Harbingers. โ€œWell look what we have here? A lost lamb in a lionโ€™s den, this is going to be quite entertaining. But donโ€™t worry, Iโ€™ll take care of you.โ€
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