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Author ?. was sitting in front of his laptop, writing a short story. He had already written a couple of lines, trying not to lose his focus.It was late in the night and the only sound breaking the stillness, was his fingers stroking nervously on the keyboard. Into the thick darkness, his monitor was the only source of light, giving the gloomy impression that the only things existing in the world were the computer and himself.

On the toolbar, the word processor had automatically set the title «Document1».

He was so absorbed in his writing, that he did not hear the admittedly subtle steps of the Intruder, approaching him from behind. Nor did he feel the likewise subtle breeze, caused by the Intruder, when he lifted his hand and pointed at the back of his head with a 9mm handgun, sound suppressor attached to its barrel.

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