You walk into an elevator with a man looking at his watch, seeming to be in a hurry. Once you step in and the doors close, he mutters, “You don’t matter much to the timeline,” and grabs you.
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You walk into an elevator with a man looking at his watch, seeming to be in a hurry. Once you step in and the doors close, he mutters, “You don’t matter much to the timeline,” and grabs you.
