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A man sat in a sort of interrogation room, staring into complete darkness

"𝐈-𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭-𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞..." the man begged

"𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻, 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹; 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼" a distorted voice said from the darkness

The security camera in the corner was projecting a video to two masked people in a pitch black room

"𝐒𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲? 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠."

The other one skipped to when he started talking

"𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭... 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤! 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭-𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬. 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰!"

Martin said, sweating profusely "𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐚?" A masked man walked in and took the book out of Martin's backpack before shooting him in the head, killing him instantly. "𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤" One said, as the other handed him the book. The masked man opened it. It read:

𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕨, 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟, 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕...𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕤' 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕗𝕦𝕝, 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪, 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕞𝕓𝕦𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤. 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. 𝕀 𝕦𝕣𝕘𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖𝕥𝕪. 𝕆𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤, 𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥...𝕆𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨.