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SEND ME ⚠ TO FIND MY MUSE AT THE END OF A TRAIL OF BLOOD. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Don’t worry.” Miller called out, waving a hand to the person to shoo them away. He hadn’t realized he left a trail of blood but some of it had disappeared thanks to his dog who had sampled a few droplets. He said as he pulled his blood-stained shirt off and tossed it onto the lid of the toilet. “Just a little trouble with the prisoner. All his blood, not mine… I’m gonna need a hell of a lot bleach to clean my shirt.”

Following the trail of blood, Paula was tense. They had been on guard of their base and too much blood wasn’t usually a good sign. As she eyed Miller and realized he was in perfect condition, the blonde couldn’t help but comment. “Did you drain the prisoner?”