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Donovan

You wake up in the same cold, damp alley you have been sleeping in for the past week. You see a large garbage dumpster tipped on its side next to you, maggots and worms crawling out of it, wiggling and writhing towards your feet. You kick at them a little and try to assess your surroundings. Two garbage cans line the alley; broken bottles litter the already filthy place and a drunk lies passed out to your right. You slowly get to your feet, checking your body for maggots and worms.

You begin to walk out of the alley and suddenly well-dressed man approaches.

"Are you the one called Donovan?" he asks.

You groggily nod your head yes.

"Good. Donovan, I am in need of your assistance," he calmly says.

"What do you want me to do?" you reply.

"Where is the Lion's Blade Spear?" he demands.

"Sorry, don't know anything about it," you reply, "Anything else you need?"

"Well, quite honestly then, I want you to die!" he says, pulling a pistol with a silencer on it out of his coat pocket.

He fires, but the bullet never touches you. You use your telekinesis to stop the bullet moments before it was to strike your head. You let out a sigh as the assassin stares at you in awe. You promptly guide the bullet right into the assassin's chest. It takes more of your energy than you would have liked, sending you into a brief coughing spasm. You check your would-be assassin's body to find a small slip of paper with the word "invincible warrior" scratched on it. You look at it in amusement. It might be fun to have a little action for a change. Who knows? You might even uncover this "Lion's Blade Spear", you think.



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