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A man walks into the dimly-lit room. He wears a cap and jacket that blends into the darkness, sans a bright, red capital R divided by his collar. He mutters, in a confident bellow, "Hey guys I'm-"
The sound of thuds and shuffling echo throughout the tiny room, followed by a loud crack. The man had tripped over a large spiked fruit, a durian, and broke his neck. He is dead.
