The sun had been setting for hours when I finally arrived at my destination. It was a small, run-down house, which I had been told was owned by the person I was looking for. I crept up to the front door, trying not to make a sound, and peered through the window. There he was, sitting in a chair, reading a book. I was about to make my move when I heard a noise from inside the house. It sounded like someone was moving around. I decided to take arisk and enter through the window. As I did, I heard a scream. I immediately turned around and ran back out the door, tripping over a rock in the process. I saw a figure emerging from the house, and it was too late. It was the man I was looking for. He had seen me and was coming after me. I turned and ran in the other direction, but it was too late. He was catching up to me. When he got close enough, he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me towards him. Then, he plunged his knife into my chest. I could feel the cold metal against my skin as I fell to the ground.
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