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Somewhere far away, some men were shooting bullets at a big, bald and lonely man, and a few bad guys were about to end the life of a girl. We were just sitting there, Sevil on the floor, me in my chair, our hands helplessly by our sides. I looked at the screen. It was red with blood. Then a man was seen falling to the ground, a thin groan was heard, and a text appeared on the screen: “Play Again.”
“Shall we play again, Sevil?” I whispered.