[Friday, 10 March 2254 | 1 Day Until Retirement]
What the fuck is going on?
There was that needle, and now I’m drifting in and out of consciousness…
…I can’t move, and that light on the ceiling is filling my vision with sunspots…
…That Animal. Is that a buzz-saw she’s holding?
Shit, is she moving it towards my chest…?
…Like seriously? What the fuck?
What the fuck is she doing…?
…Where’s Rikkard? Does he know about this?
Is he letting them do this to me…?
…Still no Rikard. Where is he?
“Rikard? Rik? Honey?”
I hope he’s okay.
Rikard?
I love you…
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