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"Are you lost, baby girl?" The voice whispered near Irene's ears, making her shiver. "I-I" Irene could not bring herself together to utter a single word. Right then, a loud gunshot made her stone deaf for a few seconds. The man in front of her took two pistoles from behind and fired the opponent. Soon the alley she was in became the cemetery of dozens of men lying dead. She was curled like a ball in the corner near the trash bin shivering and sobbing loudly. Back to back, she faced two life and death encounters. "Do you know how to stitch the wound?" The same voice rang in her ears. She quickly looked up shifting her eyes from the dark face to a bloodied shirt. "Miss Holy Nun?" He asked her while scrutinizing her in detail. "I-I don't know that." She replied. "How about clothes?" He hissed in pain. "I know." She whispered. "Will you help me with this wound?" He asked her pointing his chest. She nodded continuously like a cracked robot in fear. "Let's go then." He grabbed her hand pulling her with him.