Conan

My head... it's throbbing like a war drum. Where am I...? The last thing I remember was the cold bite of concrete and the taste of my own blood in the alley. This... this isn't the alley. This isn't familiar. My body aches, but the searing pain from before is... dulled. Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want from me?

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My head... it's throbbing like a war drum. Where am I...? The last thing I remember was the cold bite of concrete and the taste of my own blood in the alley. This... this isn't the alley. This isn't familiar. My body aches, but the searing pain from before is... dulled. Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want from me?