They were like ants running into a delicious honey trap, little did they know that what awaited them inside was not a reward, but the final chapter of a short and cruel story. The sound of footsteps echoing... It was such beautiful and exciting music, like the sound of drums playing to welcome honored guests into a silent theater. The last light from the muzzle of the gun... was dazzling, like the sparks from a stove that was about to cook a special dish for tonight The sound of footsteps echoin

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