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Prologue

The pain was unbearable. It has eaten into my brain and started tearing it to pieces. I grab my head in my hands in a vain attempt to ease this suffering, but the pain persisted. Streams of blood flowed between my fingers, and nicely warmed my hands. Blood ran into my hair and made it look like dirty pigtails full of dust.

With expendidg all my strengh I opened my eyes and look around. I lied among the mountains of garbage, old furniture and carcasses of animals. Flocks od flies hovered over this scenery conducting raids for which even war pilots wouldn´t be ashamed of.

Junkyard? What am I doing here?

I coughed and rolled over my side. My mouth was once full of blood. It tasted sweet. My gaze stopped on the bloody stain nearby, next to a rotten banana peel.

Wait a sec, it´s not a stain.

I stared into a piece of broken mirror on my busted face, which seemed to be after impact of steam locomotive. My face was dominated by eight in the ring burned by something which is used for marking the cattle.

Well, I´m a handsome man, no doubt about it.

Suprisingly, my busted face marked with the number wasn´t the worst. The worst thing was, that I´ve never seen that face in the filthy mirror. And what´s worse, I couldn´t remember anything at all.

Which way will you choose? Good or evil?

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