FUCKING SCARED

 “Robbery?” the policeman asks, confused. Zeath nods in affirmation. “Alright, let me quickly go through our files. Did you commit the robbery?”

“I just said I’m reporting myself for a crime, didn’t I?”

“Describe your case, then.”

“It’s a warehouse of gold. I was shot by gun traps, and the wareho...

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