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The three comrades stepped up to the glass and looked in. The room was round with a domed ceiling and walls made of whitewashed brick. There were no windows and the single door stood to their left. On the white walls were painted hexagrams, dozens of them of various sizes and paint colors.
In the center of the circular room stood a man of thirty. He faced the wall to their right with a blank expression and empty eyes. The man was a little below average height with oily long hair that hung to his shoulders. His pudgy stomach was covered by a t-shirt with the hash tag symbol followed by the word ‘nerd.’ Baggy sweatpants denoted a closeted lifestyle. His feet were covered by muddy socks and worn sneakers.
Nena leaned back and furrowed her brow. “This is a Death Shadow?”
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