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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Graf" data-source="post: 3944574" data-attributes="member: 3087">Bigg's PreludeIktan belovaBiggs staggered into his hole-in-the-wall room.The room spun a bit before he got his feet under him and bolted the door.He couldn't remember exactly how he got back. After the fight the damn security guard had wandered in. One look at Biggs, covered in blood and holding a sword and he'd run back to his little desk to hide.Biggs'd slipped away, followed a canal into the city, he remembered walking under a bridge. At least his wounds had stopped bleeding.Digital clock on the nightstand said 4:47.Biggs realized he was thirsty. Klicked on the bathroom light. Dropped the rested the Katana on the radiator. Drank some water from a cupped hand. Spat it out. Rat-traps water tasted utterly foul.Biggs looked at the mirror. It looked fogged up. He reached out a tried to wipe the fog off. It wouldn't wipe. The bathroom door behind him was clear but there was a something in front of it, like a big smear, right where his reflection was supposed to be.Iktan belova, he heard himself think.</blockquote>