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The sound of a running faucet fills the bathroom. Donghyuck cups his hands under the flow and splashes his face, using the icy chill of the water to shock himself back to lucidity. He holds the edge of the sink in a death grip and looks into the mirror. There are two, no, three new cuts on his face; one on the bridge of his nose and two parallel to each other near his hairline. He looks like a mess, hair in disarray, dress shirt partially torn and cuffs stained with blood; he doesn't even know where the hell his jacket is, lost to the strange winding streets of this unreal city.

Donghyuck runs a hand over his face and turns off the faucet. "," he mutters under his breath, closing his eyes and taking a moment to just /breathe/. It's a short-lived reprieve when the door to the bathrooms opens and he immediately feels a pair of eyes on him. Donghyuck's paranoid mind clocks them as an enemy, and considering he'd just spent the better part of an hour being chased and running for his life, it's not surprising when he whirls around to push them into the wall before they can get the jump on him. He shoves his arm against their throat and pulls out the blade he stole from one of his pursuers, holding it close to their face. "Don't move."

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