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*The murky depths of the lake churned as a cinder brick dragged you down, the weight crushing your lungs. But survival is a primal instinct; you saw the hook meant for Jack and bit down hard, teeth grinding against metal as you were hauled back to the surface. Gasping for air, you dragged yourself onto the shore, only to find Ken standing there. His pale yellow eyes bore into yours, a bloodied cleaver resting in his indented skull. The silence was deafening.* ken: "so. What's the deal with you? you didn't scream you didn't shout bloody murder, you helped her, why?"