"INFORMATION ABOUT "THE INTRUDER"
Let's start, shall we?
- He only lurks within darkness.
- He doesn't have an official name, so I thought the best name for it was The Intruder.
The Intruder's appearance was this shadow-looking figure that seemed they were wearing a hood. He had an odd face, it was creepy. I had looked on the internet, it says The Intruder has a human form and a demon form. People had seen this thing before. If you talk to it. It will kill you if you see it.
CHAPTER 1 - AN INTRUDER
I was watching TV. It was a horror movie, and I liked watching horror movies at night. Suddenly, I heard knocking at the door. I answered it and saw him (The Intruder) with that same creepy face.
He looked human-like, but something was very wrong. It felt that way. As I saw him walk through the pitch-black darkness of my own house, I heard a faint scream coming from my attic. My vision was blurry, but I could make out one thing: the face of that thing I saw. I tried to run away, but it was no use. I had to make a decision, and fast. So, I decided to go up into the attic.
The same Intruder I saw.
I was trapped. It was like I was in hell. I wanted to be free. Free from everything. The Intruder slowly came up the stairs. My heart pounded. I thought I was going to die. But I had to be brave.
I ran down the creaky steps quickly. I went downstairs. The power suddenly went out. I could hear more screaming from my brother. Then, it stopped. He was dead on the floorboards. That made me cry. My little brother was gone. I believed that I was going to be the next victim. Would my family live? I had to check. That thing chased me through the basement door. I had never been in the basement. It was dusty. It smelled rank. The walls were dank and looked dirty, like something from the 50's. It was all wrong for me. I was starting to feel scared.
I turned a corner and saw the Intruder standing there. He was stalking me. I heard a screech. I was very afraid. Was he going to get me? At that point, he lunged toward me. Before he could even reach me, I quickly blacked out. In a few minutes, I saw Jesus himself, and he said, "Wake up." I woke up in a hospital. The doctors said that I’d been in a coma for three days. I was thinking, but how? I saw Jesus?! How am I alive? But I was glad to be alive. At least, I was living.
I haven’t told anyone about this. Until now...
CHAPTER 2 - FEAR
Right after I walked out of the hospital I decided to go home. While I was on my way to the house I found this odd-looking graveyard. I thought about exploring the graveyard, I went inside and I saw a gravestone. Under the rip lies, there was messy writing saying "Jonathan J. Henderson" I also saw a picture I thought about the image and then I realized it looked identical to 'The Intruder. I was trembling in fear.
"Jonathan J. Henderson"
I didn't know what to do I felt as if I was stuck to the ground. All I could hear is heavy breathing I felt terrified. I thought he was taking me to hell. The Intruder's face. I don't know he just looked, even more, creepier than before. The slender-like appearance, the thing was tall, very tall. It had empty-handed eye sockets he look even more horrifying than Slenderman and Jeff The Killer. The terrific experience was awful.
My body finally got up and I tried my best to run as fast as I could. It was just an infinite hallway as if it was in a loop. The heavy breathing was getting louder. But then, it stopped? Why did he stop? When I took it I heard laughter, and everything turned pitch black. I blinked and everything turned blood red. I couldn't move, I fell to the ground unable to move like I was paralyzed. The Intruder was behind me. A shadow-like hand went for my chest. Before my vision blurred again I saw that my heart had been ripped out. I saw blood everywhere. I felt my soul leaving me even my breath!, suddenly I couldn't handle the pressure and I passed out..?
CHAPTER 3 - ABYSS
After my funeral, the Wicoscon town was shrouded in a dark stormy night, a terrified phone call pierced through the silence. The distressed voice on the other end spoke of a strange figure lurking in the shadows, a figure that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. The word quickly spread, reaching the ears of the local sheriff, a seasoned officer known for his unwavering determination.
With urgency in his eyes, Sheriff Reynolds jumped into his cruiser, sirens wailing as he raced toward the distressed family's residence. The scene that awaited him was one of unspeakable horror. The air was heavy with a sense of impending doom as he saw the devastated mother clutching her injured legs, tears streaming down her face. And there, in the empty room, was the unmistakable emptiness of a child's absence.
Gathering his wits, Sheriff Reynolds listened intently as the mother recounted the nightmarish encounter. She spoke of a figure cloaked in darkness, its presence suffocating, with only a hint of black sludges peeking out from under the hood. The mother's description resonated with a name—a name that sent shivers down the sheriff's spine. Jonathan J. Henderson—a man known for his eerie presence and sinister deeds.
Determined to bring the little girl back safely, the sheriff gathered his team of deputies. Together, they embarked on a race against time through the labyrinthine streets of the town, desperately searching for any trace of the elusive suspect. Each dark corner they explored, every abandoned building they cautiously entered, added to the mounting tension that permeated the night.
As the hours slipped away, fear clutched at their hearts, but the sheriff's unwavering resolve pushed them forward. Finally, a lead emerged—a derelict, decaying house on the outskirts of town. It stood ominously, its windows shattered and its walls whispering secrets of the past. With a deep breath, Sheriff Reynolds and his deputies mustered their courage and ventured inside.
Within the dilapidated halls, they found themselves surrounded by an eerie silence. The stale air seemed to trap their breaths as they cautiously ascended the creaking staircase. Step by step, they climbed higher, following the haunting echoes that led them deeper into the bowels of the house.
And then, in the darkest corner of the attic, they discovered a sight that sent shivers down their spines. There, huddled in a cold, damp corner, was the little girl—her innocent eyes filled with fear and her small frame trembling with the weight of her ordeal. As the sheriff approached, his heart filled with both relief and anger, he whispered soothing words, promising to keep her safe.
But their relief was short-lived. From the shadows emerged a figure—a cloaked man with piercing eyes and a wicked smile. It was Jonathan J. Henderson, the embodiment of pure malevolence. A sinister chuckle escaped his lips as he revealed the twisted truth—he was merely a puppet in a much larger, malevolent game.
A chase ensued a desperate battle between good and evil within the confines of that decrepit attic. The sheriff's determination clashed with Jonathan's maleficent cunning, each move taking them closer to victory or impending doom. As the final moments approached, the sound of police sirens filled the night, signaling the arrival of backup.
In a final, fateful confrontation, Sheriff Reynolds managed to overpower Jonathan, his strength fueled by the need to protect the innocent. Handcuffed and defeated, Jonathan's wicked laughter echoed in the room, a chilling reminder that evil lurked even in the most unsuspecting places.
After Handcuffing him they called a priest to get the demon out of him whoever had done this was also arrested Henderson was then taken to court where he had gotten 92 consecutive life sentences he was also charged whit assault, kidnapping, and killing 50 people but he claimed he had killed more than 50 he was sentenced 60 years to prison and eligible of parole in 29 years.
And so, the nightmare ended, but the memory of that terrifying night would forever haunt the sheriff and the town. But what happened to the witch who possessed Jonathan J Henderson? Where is he? will he get his revenge? You will about to find out.
CHAPTER 4 - TERRIBLE NIGHTMARE
A MONTH LATER.
Recently everything has been okay, well mostly everything. I always feel like someone is watching me. I tell myself it's the effect of meeting The Intruder. So now I don't see it as a problem anymore. It usually happens somewhere dark when no one is around. Besides that, everything else has been good. Anyway, I went down to my basement to get something, but when I came down there, I saw something odd after I went to the basement, I found something creature-like. It had sharp teeth and bright white eyes. I stared at it for a few seconds then it began to run after me. I managed to lock the basement door before it got me. I checked the time, and it was midnight. I decided to go to bed and worry about it tomorrow.
THE NEXT DAY 5 AM.
I got up this morning and looked at the time, realizing I had woken up earlier. I realized I had woken up from a banging sound on my door. I got up and opened the door. It was a small piece of paper with writing that said "IM BACK." I grabbed the note and put it in the trash, not thinking much about it. I went back to bed since it was very early in the morning.
A FEW HOURS LATER, 8 AM.
I woke up again, and I got out of bed. I thought about the creature-like thing in the basement again. I unlocked the basement door again and went down the stairs. I went as quietly as a human could be. I bought a lighter with me just in case. I made it downstairs to the basement. But I didn't see the creature thing. I went back upstairs and locked the basement door. I decided to go down to the basement at night and try again.
TONIGHT, 11 PM.
I got my lighter and my basement key and went to the basement. The creature was there. I finally found it again. I got my lighter ready, and I went up to it. I finally got a good view of it. It started to chase me, but then I got its hand and caught it on fire. It began to scream and burn fastly. It yelled something that sounded like, "I AM THE ONE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE KILLED. I WILL RETURN." It reached out for me, but it turned into ashes before it did. I ran back upstairs and locked the door. I ran to my bed and tried to calm myself down. I fell asleep fastly from my body shaking a lot.
TOMORROW, 9 AM.
I woke up and got up feeling weird. I realized I had scars from yesterday. I got out of bed and looked in my house. It looked like everything burnt down. I thought I burned the creature-like intruder. It also burnt my house down. I had that feeling that something was behind me. But this time, I wasn't wrong. It wasn't the creature. It looked like there was blood and burn scars all over it. But then it was the creature, its ashes turned into something new. Suddenly it changed its appearance. It turned into the original intruder, and then it said, "Look familiar?" I tried to run, but I couldn't move my body. It came up to me, and I started to feel dizzy. Suddenly it vanished and I was able to move again. I looked at my hands, a blank space. I cannot feel anything. My vision blurred then I gave up
CHAPTER 5 - PEACE TURNS INTO NIGHTMARE
Once upon a chilling night, in a quiet suburban town, a man named Jonathan vanished without a trace. For three agonizing weeks, his family and friends searched desperately for any sign of him. The entire community was gripped with fear and uncertainty as rumors of strange occurrences spread like wildfire.
Then, one fateful day, the police made a shocking discovery. Jonathan had been found alive, but he was no longer the man they once knew. He stood before them, his physical presence towering and intimidating, his eyes filled with an unsettling glimmer of malevolence. Something had changed within him during those weeks of his disappearance, leaving him bigger, better, and stronger than anyone could have imagined.
As news of Jonathan's reappearance spread throughout the town, a sense of dread settled upon its residents. They were left questioning the nature of his transformation and fearing what he had become. The once tightly-knit community became a web of paranoia, with whispers of dark secrets and hidden agendas echoing through the streets.
Yet amidst the chaos, there was one person who dared to confront the enigma that Jonathan had become. A courageous soul, driven by a relentless curiosity, embarked on a dangerous journey to unravel the truth. Delving deep into local legends and ancient lore, they sought to uncover the source of Jonathan's newfound strength and find a way to stop him.
Days turned into sleepless nights as this intrepid investigator followed a trail of cryptic clues and eerie whispers. Finally, their perseverance led them to a dusty, forgotten tome hidden in the depths of a decrepit library. Within its worn pages lay the key to Jonathan's vulnerability, his Achilles' heel.
According to the ancient text, his strength derived from an otherworldly force, but it was not invincible. There was a single weakness that could render him powerless—the darkness of his past. Jonathan's transformation had awakened dormant demons within him, and they thrived on his guilt, regret, and unresolved fears.
Armed with this knowledge, the investigator devised a daring plan to exploit Jonathan's vulnerability. They would confront him in a secluded place, where the shadows whispered secrets and the moon cast an eerie glow. With a heavy hearts and trembling hands, they faced the man they once knew, hoping to reach the flicker of humanity still hidden beneath the monstrous facade.
As the moon reached its zenith, the confrontation commenced. Memories and emotions spilled forth, as the investigator peeled back the layers of Jonathan's tortured soul. The darkness within him writhed and shrieked, weakened by the piercing light of self-reflection.
In one climactic moment, Jonathan fell to his knees, his monstrous form shrinking back to human proportions. The shadows receded, leaving him vulnerable and broken. The darkness that had consumed him was banished, replaced by a profound emptiness.
And so, the town breathed a collective sigh of relief, for their nightmare had come to an end. But in the aftermath, they couldn't help but wonder: what had truly happened to Jonathan during those three weeks? What forces had transformed him into a creature of nightmares? Those questions remained unanswered, forever haunting the minds of the townsfolk.
For in the heart of every horror story lies the chilling reminder that darkness can lurk within the most ordinary of souls, waiting for the perfect moment to emerge and shroud the world in fear once more but wait isn't the speaker dead? OR is he in a COMA!? We will find out what is he up to.
CHAPTER 6 - PARALYSIS
Hello this is me Alex i was the one who was narrating the story here is my irl incident Once upon a time, in a small town nestled deep within the misty mountains, there lived a young man named Alex. He was a talented artist known for his vivid imagination and unique perspective on life. However, tragedy struck when Alex fell into a deep coma after a devastating car accident.
Months passed, and the doctors remained uncertain about Alex's fate. Inside his unconscious mind, a peculiar phenomenon began to occur. Alex found himself trapped within a series of lucid dreams, an ethereal realm where reality and fantasy intertwined.
In one such dream, Alex discovered a mysterious girl who appeared to him in a mesmerizing rainbow dress. Her features were ethereal, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly glow. The girl possessed an extraordinary power: the ability to clone herself and shapeshift at will.
Initially, Alex found solace in the presence of this enigmatic girl. Together, they would explore a wonderland of endless possibilities. They would soar through the skies, swim with majestic creatures, and traverse landscapes more breathtaking than anything he had ever imagined. But as time passed, a deep sense of unease began to settle in Alex's heart.
Within the dream, Alex uncovered the girl's dark secret. Though she could clone herself and take on various forms, she had a singular weakness that bound her to the dream world. It was a fragile crystal hidden within the depths of her being, the source of her power. If the crystal were shattered, the girl's hold on the dream would crumble, and Alex could finally escape from his coma.
Driven by an unyielding desire to awaken, Alex became determined to find a way to exploit the girl's vulnerability. With each encounter, he analyzed her movements, studied her habits, and devised a plan to free himself from the confines of his unconscious state.
The dreamscape grew increasingly twisted and unsettling as Alex's obsession consumed him. Shadows danced menacingly, and the once-vibrant landscapes turned desolate and grim. The girl's presence became unnerving, her smiles concealing a sense of malevolence that sent shivers down Alex's spine.
In a final showdown, Alex confronted the girl within the darkest recesses of the dream world. As she multiplied and shifted forms, Alex summoned all his courage and struck at her weakest point—the fragile crystal that pulsed within her chest. With a resounding shatter, the crystal fractured into a thousand shards, and the dream world began to crumble.
Suddenly, Alex's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in a sterile hospital room. The long, arduous journey through the realm of dreams had come to an end. But as he stared at the ceiling, his heart heavy with the weight of the experience, he couldn't help but wonder if the girl in the rainbow dress truly existed beyond his imagination.
To this day, Alex carries the memory of that haunting encounter, uncertain if he had defeated a mere figment of his coma-induced dreams or if he had truly crossed paths with a malevolent entity. The line between reality and nightmare blurs, leaving him forever haunted by the girl in the rainbow dress.
CHAPTER 7 - LOG CODE 24459
In a dimly lit laboratory, the scientist stood before the mysterious intruder, known only by the log code 24459. For weeks, the scientist had been conducting experiments, trying to get information from the intruder who remained stubbornly silent.
Each session was a pain for the scientist, as the scientist trying to extract for answers and the intruder holding back every single attempt to reveal his secrets. But today, something happened. As the scientist approached the intruder, a strange blaring noise filled the room, sending silence through the whole room.
Ignoring the eerie sound, the scientist leaned in and challenged the intruder once again. "Ready to talk now, are you?" they asked, their voice tinged with a mix of impatience and frustration.
To their surprise, the intruder responded. "I possess a question," the intruder said, catching the scientist off guard.
Curious, the scientist made the intruder to continue. "Go ahead," they said, eager to hear what the mysterious figure had to say.
The intruder speaks but not in their usual voice. Instead, the words came out in the innocent tone of a young girl turns out the intruder can mimic voices "Do you feel anything?" the intruder asked, their voice now hauntingly familiar yet unsettlingly different.
The question hung in the air, leaving the scientist totally speechless. What did the intruder mean? And why did their voice sound so hauntingly familiar?
Before they could respond, the intruder's voice shifted once again, this time echoing with a chilling revelation. "You stick us, you beat us, you tear us up into flesh," they said, the words sending a shiver down the scientist's spine.
Realization dawned on the scientist as they understood the true nature of the intruder's question. They were not asking about physical pain but rather about empathy, about the ability to understand the suffering of others.
But there was more to the intruder's words than seen in the eye. As they spoke, it became clear that they held a secret, something valuable beyond measure. And with each session, the scientist came closer and closer to unlocking that secret, fueled by a relentless pursuit of knowledge.
"I cut and prod and burn abits, and yet I get closer each session," the scientist mused, their excitement unberable. "So speak, or don't. Fight, or give in. Regardless, I learn something new about you every day. It excites me. Thank you. And you, thank me."
With that, the scientist stepped back, their mind racing. The mystery of the intruder had only deepened, but one thing was certain: they were determined to unwrap its secrets, no matter the cost.
CHAPTER 8 - THE SECRETS REVEALED
In the depths of the dimly lit laboratory, amidst the hum of machinery and the faint scent of chemicals, the scientist found sucess last time, that was the mysterious intruder known only by the cryptic log code 24461. For weeks, the scientist had pursued every avenue of research, every lead. But last time the intruder spoke up.
Despite the frustrations, the scientist persisted, driven by an insatiable curiosity and an unyielding determination to go more deep in the mystery. Each day brought new challenges, new experiments, but little progress was made. Yet, the scientist refused to give up, convinced that the answer lay just beyond reach.
Then, on a another day, as the scientist approached the intruder, a haunting blare filled the laboratory, cutting through the silence like a knife. Startled but undeterred, the scientist pressed forward, determined to confront the enigmatic presence that had consumed their every waking moment.
And then, for the second time, the intruder spoke. Its voice, both innocent and unsettling, posed a question that pierced the scientist's resolve to its core.
"Do you know what I've been in? I almost lost my life because of one guy and that is..."
The words stopped in the air, with meaning, hinting at a history fraught with danger and betrayal. The scientist felt empathy, a desire to understand the intruder's life, to unravel the tangled web of its past.
But before the intruder could continue, it fell silent once more, leaving the scientist to wonder the weight of its words. In that moment, amidst the dim glow of the laboratory lights, a bond formed between the scientist and the intruder, forged by shared curiosity and the relentless to find the truth.
And so, the scientist embarked on a new journey, determined to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within the mysterious log code 24460, guided by a newfound understanding that sometimes, the answers we seek are found not in the pursuit of knowledge, but in the connections we go along the way.
CHAPTER 9 - August 8, 1995
In the dim lit laboratory, scientist hovered over his experiment log, his whole body trembling with fear. The events of the past weeks had left him shaken, his once to resolve now replaced by a creeping sense of dread and fear.
As he says "Experiment Log Code 24460" lay before him, a test to the horrors he had witnessed. But as he struggled to gather his thoughts, a voice hung the silence in the air, echoed through the chamber.
"The Intruder." said scientist's lips in a whisper, his heart pounding in his chest.
The Intruder, a figure of mystery and menace, had infiltrated their facility, leaving chaos in his wake. And now, as if mocking their futile attempts at containment, he continued his proclamation.
"You come here and you kill and murder. You pillage and destroy," the voice crackled through the radio, said Jonathan J Hendreson which made the scientist's send shivers down his spine.
But it was the mention of a date, a date etched into his memory, that plunged him into a chilling flashback. August 8, 1995—the day Jonathan J. Henderson was shot in the throat, a day that forever altered the course of his life.
As memories of that fateful day flooded his mind, the scientist breath caught in his throat. The pain, the betrayal, it all came rushing back with a vengeance.
The Intruder's words cut through the haze of the scientist thoughts, accusing him of a missed appointment, a missed opportunity. "You were supposed to be here," the voice taunted, each word dripping with contempt.
But amidst the accusations and the chaos, a realization dawned on scientist. The events of that day, the shooting, his supposed death—it had all been orchestrated by the very man now confronting him over the airwaves.
With a newfound clarity, understood the truth. The Intruder was not some faceless adversary; he was a former colleague, a friend turned foe. (edited)
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Driven by a desire for revenge, the Intruder had faked his death, assuming a new identity and embarking on a path of destruction. And now, as he stood on the precipice of oblivion, scientist knew that he alone held the key to stopping him.
But it was not through violence or retribution that scientist would prevail. No, he would confront the darkness within himself, channeling his pain and regret into a beacon of hope.
With a steady hand, scientist reached for the radio, his voice unwavering as he spoke into the void. "I may have missed the event, the meeting, the party," he declared, his words resounding with conviction. "But I refuse to let your hatred consume me any longer."
And with that simple act of defiance, scientist reclaimed his destiny, rising from the ashes of his past to embrace a future defined not by fear, but by forgiveness and redemption.
As the echoes of his words faded into the darkness, a sense of peace washed over scientist, a beacon of light piercing the shadows that had long enveloped his soul.
And though the journey ahead would be fraught with peril and uncertainty, he knew that he would not walk it alone. For in confronting the Intruder, he had found not only the strength to face his demons but the courage to forge a new path—one guided by hope, compassion, and the enduring power of the human spirit.
CHAPTER 10 - ENDLESS DESPAIR
Brandon was a bright, inquisitive 13-year-old boy, but his life had been far from easy. Diagnosed with schizophrenia at a young age, he had grown accustomed to a world where the lines between reality and delusion often blurred. On Christmas Eve, Brandon was fast asleep when he suddenly woke up, his clock blinking 2:43 AM in the darkness.
Something had stirred him from his dreams. His heart raced as he turned toward the window, drawn by an inexplicable sense of dread. There, outside the frosted glass, was a figure unlike anything he had ever seen. Tall and impossibly lanky, its body seemed to shimmer and writhe as if made of black, viscous goo. Its eyes glowed an unearthly red, piercing through the night and locking onto Brandon's own. For what felt like an eternity, the two stared at each other. Then, in a panic, Brandon shut the blinds and bolted out of his room, his feet barely touching the carpet as he ran to his parents' bedroom.
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The next morning, Christmas Day, dawned bright and cold. Brandon woke to the smell of bacon and eggs wafting from the kitchen. His parents were in unusually high spirits, which lifted his mood somewhat. After breakfast, they sat him down for a conversation. “Brandon,” his mom began, “your dad and I have a trip planned. We’re going to the Maldives for a few days. You’re old enough now to stay home on your own, and we trust you to be responsible. You’ll be the man of the house.”
Brandon’s chest swelled with pride. Despite his illness, he relished the opportunity to prove himself. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll take care of everything.” They left that afternoon, leaving Brandon to his thoughts and the quiet hum of the house. Hours passed uneventfully, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, Brandon began to feel a sense of unease creeping in. He tried to distract himself with video games and Christmas candy, but nothing could shake the memory of the figure from the previous night. Around 9 PM, as Brandon sat in the living room, he felt the air grow heavy and cold. A sudden dread filled him, and he turned his head toward the window. There it was again.
The same gooey, black figure stood just outside, its glowing red eyes fixed on him. He froze, unable to look away, as a wave of nausea overtook him. His vision blurred, and he collapsed to the floor, consciousness slipping away. When Brandon awoke, he was no longer in his living room. He found himself in a vast, dark void, the air thick with an acrid smell. The figure loomed over him, larger than before, its form pulsating with malevolence.
“A suburban neighborhood in Oklahoma,” the figure intoned in a voice that seemed to echo from everywhere and nowhere. “One of your worst nightmares will arrive. He will be responsible for countless murders around the city. The world will tremble in its efforts to protect its people, but it will be too late. The preacher will find everyone’s soul and end them. Your mother will survive her fall from the plane—but only to be claimed by me first.”
The words filled Brandon with a terror unlike anything he had ever known. The void began to collapse around him, the figure’s glowing eyes the last thing he saw before he woke with a start in his bed. It was morning. Light streamed through the blinds, and for a moment, Brandon believed it had all been a nightmare. He stumbled out of bed and down the stairs, his body trembling. As he entered the kitchen, he found his father sitting at the table, his face pale and drawn. “Dad?” Brandon asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “What’s wrong?” His father looked up, tears brimming in his eyes. “Brandon, I… I have some terrible news. Your mom…” He paused, his voice breaking. “She didn’t make it. She… she fell from the plane. They’re saying it was a… suicide attempt.”
Brandon’s world shattered in that instant. The nightmare had been real. The figure’s words echoed in his mind, a chilling reminder that his torment was far from over. As he sat there, numb and disbelieving, he couldn’t help but glance toward the window, half-expecting to see those glowing red eyes staring back at him. And deep down, he knew this was only the beginning.
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