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Domingo Lucas was shocked when he awoke from his long slumber on the floor of his kitchen. He really shouldn't have been alive, so why was he on the floor, staring deeply into his spilled bottle of Gatorade?

He replayed the events of the previous hours in his head. He was stabbed in the stomach with an arrow. “Weird,” he thought. “I really would have preferred to be stabbed with something more common, like a machete or something.” He tried to stand up but was immediately brought back to the floor. Whilst down, he realized that though he was very fatigued, he didn't have any stab wound. “Okay, now I'm really starting to get freaked out.”

Now sitting down, and likely to stay there, he decided to look around his kitchen. Except for the dried blood on the floor next to him, and the (slightly more horrifying) Gatorade spill next to it, the kitchen was normal. There was a more important task at hand than his Gatorade though...

His assailant might still be in his house.

Slowly regaining strength, he managed to stand up and walk. Looking across his entire house top to bottom, he found no sign of anything being tampered with or taken.

“Crap, I need to go to the police,” He said. “This guy could be going after other people…”

He didn’t even make it 3 steps out his front door before collapsing to the floor.

As he faded in and out of consciousness, moments before he completely gave out, he saw it. A glowing humanoid figure standing over him. Domingo didn’t know it yet, but that figure would change his life forever.