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The door creaked open, and the guard's footsteps echoed through the room. Allen held his breath, praying that the guard wouldn't find him.

Suddenly, he heard a soft thud, and the guard cried out. He peered out from behind the shelf, his eyes wide with shock. The guard was lying on the ground, unconscious. Standing over him was a man dressed in black with a sword in his hand.

"We don't have much time," the man said, his voice low and urgent. "Follow me."

Allen hesitated, his mind racing. Who was this person? Why was he helping him? But he knew that he didn't have time to ask questions. He followed the man out of the room, keeping low to avoid detection.

The man made his way through the maze of corridors, dodging guards and security cameras. The man moved with stealth and grace as if he knew the system like the back of his hand.

Finally, the man reached a small, hidden passageway. He pushed open a heavy metal door and gestured for Allen to enter.

Allen stepped into the passageway, and t
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