In an empty café, one man sat alone, sipping coffee he had prepared himself, while the rest of the city reverberated with screams and frantic commotion. After taking a sip of his coffee, he remarked aloud, "It's already the second day." He took a bite of the cake he had also appropriated from the café, savoring it with delight. "Hmm, so tasty," he commented. "What a life. The day is passing by so fast." Gaige was unwinding with his gun, Andy's absence leaving him with little to do. Gun's muzzle was aimed at the trembling prey outside the café as it remarked, "It may be fast for you, but for them, time is crawling." Gaige looked at Gun with surprise and quipped, "Hmm? Since when did you learn empathy?" Gun responded, "Since I became your weapon." Gaige snorted. He understood what Gun was getting at. He had also experienced the Hunt as prey, and those days were some of the most wretched. Time moved agonizingly slowly when you were being hunted; a minute felt like a second, and a d
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