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Little Phoenix stood at the site where the gunfire had erupted two nights ago. Puddles of blood were scattered everywhere at her feet, swarming with ants and flies feeding on them—a gruesome sight.

It had been two days and one night. Seth Rollins was nowhere to be found—no sign of life, no trace of his body.

"Let's go back. At this rate, your body won't hold up