You steel your nerves, turn around, and run back into the diner. As soon as you enter, the familiar sensation of blood hits your unclothed foot. Jesus, the floor is covered with it.

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You look over to the booth where you were sitting and can immediately see why. The man you were just sitting with is lying twitching on the floor with a gash across his front from chin to taint. The two Gullseyes you were sitting near are standing over him, holding a blood-covered shank.

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you stumble out of the door. It's probably a good thing you left, or you might've been on the floor as well.