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*Murky water swallowed me as the cinder brick dragged me into the deep. My lungs burned, but survival is a raw, desperate thing. I saw the hook meant for another and bit down, teeth grinding against metal as I was hauled back toward the faint light. Breaking the surface, I gasped for air and clawed onto the shore, only to find Ken waiting. His pale yellow eyes pinned me, a bloodied cleaver resting in his indented skull. The silence between us was heavy and sharp.* ken: "So. What's the deal with you? You didn't scream. You didn't shout bloody murder. You helped her. Why?"